I’ve learned to recognize the symptoms of dissatisfaction with certain things in my own life that I had previously mixed with some illness, the most commonly imagined one. Yes, we’ve all done it. Don’t actually Google (that’s madness). You’re just fine. Trust me.

And when the time comes for one story to end and another to start, it simply feels right. The new beginnings ! Hidden in the cocoon, they suddenly sneak in front of our eyes, like butterflies with their colorful wings, and make us look in their direction. Metamorphosis.

I love new beginnings !

They occur when we are without strength, fed up with everything and everyone, overwhelmed with the banality and  dullness of each day. That’s when our long-time desire reaches out and grabs us, takes us by the hand as our guide.

I just want to pack up everything. Just like that. Move. With a sort of crazy power and a lump in my throat because it’s the unknown. I feel like I don’t have anything else to offer here. I feel and know that maybe, just maybe, I’d be better somewhere else doing something different and with someone new. More and more, I turn my head to the left side, towards the window, I look up into the crown of the tree and see the branches jutting from all sides, reaching out and weaving together. And I dream. Because dreams are what we carry in ourselves, what we brought with us from a previous life in which we remained unfulfilled, unfinished, incomplete.