So I'm looking out the window and all I see is grey sky with a silver lining. I know if I was in a plane, above the clouds, I'd see the bright blue sky and the sun, shining, always there, up above. I'd be shaking as always, realizing that I'm so small and in a sense, not important. Not in a negative way though, not important as one, but important as a part of everything, part of some organism or a system, still quite mysterious to me...
Now I'd like to be above those grey clouds, I'd like to be going somewhere I haven't yet been. How much I'd like to travel and see places and smell new things, touch them and discover something fresh and yet unseen.
Growing up makes me realize what a heavy weight I will soon be carrying on my shoulders. The everyday falls on you, not like heavy rocks, more like warm blankets, one after another, until you are sweating and can hardly breathe, because it is too warm, too suffocating.
But like my grandmother said, during Christmas eve, life isn't easy and it never will be... Still you must do your best to be a better man, and to leave something behind. I need to learn to love myself.
