You reach a dead end in life. Can’t turn left; can’t turn right. What do you do? What do you do?
What did I do?
For a while–nothing. I stood still. What could I do? Where could I go? I was stuck. It was solitary confinement.
Every once in while, a glance was shot to the right…got bored, then to the left…got bored. Looked up…screamed…got tired of screaming..dropped to the ground…took the fetus position and rocked myself to my comfront zone.
…until that moment. That pivotal moment. The moment the winds of turmoil twirled me around and showed me another path.
How could I have not seen it?
There are no dead ends in life.
There was a way.
Backwards…reverse…go back along the path you came.
So I walked.
I’ve been walking a couple of months now.
How far should I go? How far do I want to go? Where do I want to go? Where do i want to reach?
Where?….To the home of tranquility…serenity…happiness.
I was there once. I had the address. But it was far. Last time I lived there was over 25 years ago. Yes, the place I needed to go was my childhood self. I had to get in touch with her again. She was peaceful, she was serene. She was in love. In love with the world. In love with her surroundings. In love with…well…with herself.