I continued walking, until the sun had buried itself under the mountain. The pain was such, I felt I could collapse, and give everything up. Including, why I had chosen to go.

My best friend was nowhere in sight. Somebody told me that when you feel alone, it would be death. I had never enjoyed those talks about death, but feeling it so near I felt as ice... Lonely, and confused.

I remembered all those experiences of my past where I had thought I felt the same way. There was no use. Who knows if I will even remember what I have done? Who knows if I will just pay for my wrong deeds? Who knows what will happen?

I began feeling dizzy. I was hiking near the caves, and it had begun snowing fiercely. I fainted on the snow.

I opened my eyes. A fire was in front of me. Someone had taken care of me after I passed out.

“Is someone out there?” I asked.
“Hallo…” Someone answered behind me.

“Do you understand me?”
“Was?” He answered. He hadn’t, and I didn’t understand him.

My mind was wandering with the question: Why would someone risk their life to save a stranger?

Suddenly, I saw him. He was a man covered of white fur. If I had seen him from afar I could have promised it was the snow. He drank from a cup, and then gave it to me. He kneeled down, and gave it to me. It was a hot tea. I wanted to ask him what was that, but his eyes…

Those eyes captivated me. He was expressing so much love. In a way, his look penetrated my spirit, and my pain faded away instantly. I had never met someone like that.
I tried to imagine how he developed such capabilities. I was a skeptical person, in the sense, I believed in miracles, but attributed to a physical explanation that could be unknown to human beings at the time being.

That was the reason he didn’t care losing his life, helping me. He loved everything he could be conscious of.

He had put in doubt all of my long time obtained convictions with a penetrating look. I had never thought love could be more than an expression between two human beings of connection and attraction. He gave me a glance of the universality and infinity of love.

In fewer than seconds, I understood his life represented my own. I felt how time shows us that there are no unique lives, but shared times that contribute us to understanding ourselves. {josquote}The world needs me. The world needs our love. The world is the reflection of our acts and thoughts. The world is me.{/josquote}

The reason I had really gone to the “Death Snow Mountain” was to die. Every year, at least ten people die.

I had committed to so many things, forgetting the importance of asking my self the reason of my existence. I was one of those who preferred asking what was going wrong, than changing myself.

I was certain he would take care for me as a baby sleeps with his mother. His love was even greater, he had perfected it in such a way he could cure with his love. After drinking the cup, I fell asleep again.

I don’t know if days had passed by, but this time as I woke up I was near my friend’s car.

I recognized the place. He had taken me in his arms, and walked me down the mountain. I guess he knew he could go. I stood up, and let a rush of fresh air enter my lungs completely.

“Good-bye!” I said farewell to the man who take care of me before the snow had buried me alive. I stood there until I couldn’t see him anymore. Then, I walked toward my friend’s car.

It was not there… I walked toward the cabin’s telephone, and saw a little boy crying.

“What is wrong?” I asked him.
“Nobody cares about me.” he told me as he looked me deep into the eyes. I just loved him. He understood.

I think I died somewhere. I don’t remember.
My mind was repeating these words: The world needs me. The world needs our love. The world is the reflection of our acts and thoughts. The world is me.

I was that little boy. I was the Snow man.
I was... love begging for love.
I was… love sharing love.
I am love.