I once was born. Naked, tiny and vulnerable.
I once started to observe and digest.
I once started to talk.
I once started to speak.
I was then once sent to school.
I once started to don’t know if I should love or hate school.
I once finished school.
I once took my life on my own hands. It wasn’t me though.
I once decided to follow the path.
I once decided to unfollow the path. Oh what a fear!
I once decided to start liking to unfollow the path.
I once observed millions of paths.
I once started to taste the paths. Oh what a pleasure!
I once started to create my own path.
I once realised how difficult that is.
I once realised I am not by myself. Weird…
I once realised that I am nothing.
I once realised I am a lot.
I once started to be patient. Oh how difficult that is!
I once told myself to shut up.
I once told myself to speak out. Oh what a relief!
I once realised that observing is a virtue.
I once realised that looking at the sky is a virtue.
I once realised the sky wants to talk with me.
I once realised the sky speaks a weird language.
I once realised sky is dangerous.
I once realised I should shut up again.
But I will not shut up. I will just be patient. That is my decision.