Tell me something, how much passing of time is needed in order to change, to transform, to flourish? I used to think it can last for weaks, months, to grow beyond ones self. But as I gaze only a few days in the past, I discover the person I was, and the one I am today. Their projections of me feel miles away, disjointed, disconnected. One was a boy who couldn't stop looking behind his shoulder, towards the past, the other a man with his sight set onward - to new adventures, new friends, and perhaps even the wish he dreams of everyday. He loses himself in them and before he realises it, the dream is dreaming him.
It's a curious sensation when the people I once couldn't live without, are now just strangers I once knew, and the people I've known for a fraction of my journey, embed themselves deeper than anyone before. On my way home I shed a tear for all that was lost, gained and sacrificed to find myself exactly at this moment. Nothing really changed, yet everything somehow feels different, the world feels different, and it's the best feeling I've had in what seems like eternity. It's no longer about where I am, but where I'm bound, and the path forward has never been more clear. The path forward, is through. Through the walls I erected, right through the maul of the fortress of all those moments I stored away. The wind of change is in the air, can you feel it?
It's a curious sensation when the people I once couldn't live without, are now just strangers I once knew, and the people I've known for a fraction of my journey, embed themselves deeper than anyone before. On my way home I shed a tear for all that was lost, gained and sacrificed to find myself exactly at this moment. Nothing really changed, yet everything somehow feels different, the world feels different, and it's the best feeling I've had in what seems like eternity. It's no longer about where I am, but where I'm bound, and the path forward has never been more clear. The path forward, is through. Through the walls I erected, right through the maul of the fortress of all those moments I stored away. The wind of change is in the air, can you feel it?
