I am a girl who has learned that climbing doesn't always mean winning... Sometimes standing and watching the path is what my soul needs. In the mountains, I learned that life is a journey, not a destination. I learned that silence can also speak, and falling is part of the root of running. For me, every climb is an exercise in facing myself; With my challenges, with my hope, with a wish that has perhaps been sitting in my backpack for years. My mountaineer... with strong legs, a tender heart, and a gaze that knows how to see the horizon through the fog. What am I looking for? Not a hero, not a savior; I am looking for a man who knows himself, knows his path, and is not afraid of traveling alone. Someone who can understand silence, seeks depth, and in his eyes there is a trace of maturity and peace. If you see life not as a race, but as a leisurely walk through the mountains, maybe it's time for us to join forces.