I walk through the broken steps
and the rocky trail. Each step takes me closer to my destination. The more I move
away from the starting point, more beautiful it gets. I leave behind the good,
the bad and the ugly truths of life to discover my soul. There is a thin trail
of water flowing through the stones. As if trying to cleanse my soul of the
weights I carried- the weight of the past, present and the expectations of
tomorrow; the weight of who I was and who I was supposed to be.
I was breathing in the fresh air of
hopes and dreams and exhaling the air of judgements and expectations. The fresh
air was filling my soul with fresh thoughts. The higher I went, the lighter I felt.
I was leaving behind the trails of my old self.