Fuji-san

The first time I saw mount Fuji was five years ago in 2004. I was sleeping at the back of a car when my friends woke me up as we were passing by the giant. The only word I could think of to describe how I felt is "overwhelming." Gazing up at this toweringmagnificence was awe-inspiring, it was a feeling close to fear. It gave me an uncommon feeling that was not entirely foreign. It was as if the sight had awaken a unique feeling within that was sleeping for a long time. It was awesome.  Last weekend, I revisited the most admired mountain in Japan. Its snow covered peak was shining in the bright sun as the pristine white cloud dances around it as if they were gently caressing a beloved. I visited some of the five lakes surrounding the mountain as well. They complimented Fuji-san so well that one could hardly imagine that they didn't originally exist with it. I was told that the five beautiful lakes were formed after Fuji-san's volcanic eruptions centuries ago. 

As the cloud dispersed, I leisurely tried to observe this symmetrical figure from a distant. It stirred in me the same feeling I felt before. I started imagining the years that lead to the formation of such perfection. And then, I thought to myself how much we, as human beings, seek beauty and perfection in our own lives. People want to reach their peaks at least once where they feel completely healthy in both mind and body; completely satisfied with how they look, and how they are.  A feeling of wholesomeness, a feeling of awesomeness, a sense of glory and dignified completeness. But it rather easier wanting than strive for it. 

Well, after musing for a while I lit another cigarette telling myself I got to quit this thing. I wanted to explore some more but I had to go back to Tokyo; another week of work was waiting. As I took some more pictures I told myself I will come back again sometime, this time to scale Fuji-sanand witness its famous sunrise from its summit.