Morning and evening come and go.
I, she, he, they,… growing. Past moments soon become memories. And without realizing it, the little me I used to be was gone. Change to this one (point to the chest), which must be strong to bear the burden, and many other "musts" that are waiting for me.
Still fresh in my memory, my previously small steps were random, always accompanied by mom or dad who was full of worry, afraid that I would fall. But now I am alone, surround with silence. Here, I face with the wind that is ready to blow me away and rain that is ready to wet my whole body. Having no power to choose, it's time for me to follow this path, alone.
As morning light comes, burst out between wild flowers and the grass, I strengthened my steps. Welcoming the night, I buried my desires. Among the stars I spread dreams and hopes.
I know, the world doesn't know the word waiting. The world keeps spinning. There is no room for complaints anymore. It's just the determination I have to keep going.
Like a cloud, I am constantly moving and transforming.
There is nothing I hate anymore, because everything that threw me, turned out to purify my path.
I unite my determination, firm my steps.
And find peace with myself, I go to You.
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