Today, the wind blows through the window. I studied the dark fullness of my hand falling through the rays. I thought I could see the plane of my face if I had a camera pointing in my direction; I am not a figure to be captured. I heard my heart whisper, “I see the sun." I know, I see it too - I see being free.
Two days ago, an unfortunate incident happened. I was stupid enough to injure my lower back, and to someone that works out - having been physically active and mobile, being slightly immobile means a big deal. It was then I realized how my organs, my muscles, and every healthy body structure I had - I never really tried to take care of them, until I thought about the fear of losing.
I looked ahead out of my windows, my thoughts trailed to darkness. What a tiny, finite slice of the whole.
“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me.” - Meryl Streep