There was a mountain that stood majestically before her. She would tell her friends that one day she would climb up to its top. It didn't take long for her to start the journey. But every day, she only moved little by little, stopping now and then to see something that amused her. Seeing this, a fellow traveler told her, " You seem to be out of focus. At this rate, you will never make it to the top." She looked at the traveler and grinned mischievously. The traveler was fascinated by the excitement in her eyes. She came closer and said softly into his ears, "Don't tell anyone, I am not here for the climb. I am here to listen to what the wind whispers to the mountain, in secret."