[51/52] Learn to fly
Watching birds, their freedom to fly, how steady their wings hold against the storms, how they always seem to be defying gravity at eacht moment. Wondering where there draw their strenght, how they view the world, if they ever stop and just enjoy the view. But I guess wondering and enjoying is luxury reserved for humans. Wish I could just fly up to the skies to see the world from a different view, but in a weird way happy to feel the rocks beneath my feet. Always my head in the clouds, but my feet on the ground. My heart somewhere in between, never really deciding where it should be. I am a dreamer and a pessimist. Always expect the worst, but hope for the best. Do not really know how to be realistic, because I know that dreams can become reality, but so do the nightmares. Afraid of loosing, afraid of holding on to much. Never really sure of anything. So I put my faith in the only light I see, and let it wash away all these blurred thoughts.