Days of Hope

Days of Hope

I don’t know what happened. Or why it happened. I just know it did. From one day to the other, I was no longer the same as I was before. No longer excited about the gentle breeze and the warm rain on my skin. No longer looking forward to the future and what it held for me. 

I stopped … living, I guess. 

Not in the sense of dying. well, maybe in a way. But at least not physical. Physically I was fine. I still am. I just don’t feel alive anymore. I’m scared. Afraid. Terrified even. 

But I don’t know why. 

I want to change. Want to experience life again. See the future for myself. Come to life and not have it come to me. 

And I know I have to do it. Change, I mean. Change like a butterfly and spread my wings, which I still cannot see. 

But they are there. I know that. They have to be.

I am sure of it. 

And on those days, that I am not sure, all I can do is hope that in the end I will fly into the warm summer rain and let the breeze carry me through the air. 

At last I will find my peace and no longer search for the future.

Instead I am part of it. Part of the change. Part of life. 

And fully me again.

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I wish you all a beautiful day and lots of positive thoughts.