I know you. You were me.
I can see the silhouette of an answer. It's becoming clear. Whether thought through or not, it's becoming clear. The whole process of thinking through something sometimes gives the answer itself.
I know this. I know this feeling, this path. A path whose air is so uncanny, so familiar. But, only this time round, I'm not trekking down the path with a bagful of negative thoughts and confusion. I'm walking with the knowledge that this is the path that I had to take anyway, and beyond this path, will be a door that will lead to a world of new options and choices. The world has not been decided, I guess.
But, I walk it, bravely this time. I keep walking and walking. I am not afraid of you. I know you. You were me.
I know this. I know this feeling, this path. A path whose air is so uncanny, so familiar. But, only this time round, I'm not trekking down the path with a bagful of negative thoughts and confusion. I'm walking with the knowledge that this is the path that I had to take anyway, and beyond this path, will be a door that will lead to a world of new options and choices. The world has not been decided, I guess.
But, I walk it, bravely this time. I keep walking and walking. I am not afraid of you. I know you. You were me.