Someone asked me yesterday what does my world look like? My world never stands still. My world is a wonderful place filled with both joy and sorrow that keeps me going, that keeps me alert. Boredom has no place into my world, I hunt it down and kill it.
Looking back, facing the path backwards, a smile judges my face and I know: I know my path is not just a one way street. Over the years I was left with the impression that I have changed, I always thought that I will become this amazing person that I will eventually be proud of, but now I realize I have always been that person that I was thriving to be. No matter the task, no matter the cost, I put on nice boots and walk the path, I analyze it, I crave for it.
My world is a wonderful place. A place that many condemn, a place where strangers aren’t allowed unless they are ready to take chances and welcome compassion more than happiness into their lives. My world is a dark place that allows only the good light to come in, a place where you can dream, cry, suffer, be happy, go insane and then cure yourself. You can never stop, you can never take breaks and you most certainly can never forget to feel. My world is a wonderful place.
