Downstream
I open my eyes.
I find myself riding on a small wooden boat, slowly floating down a river. I don’t remember how I got here, thinking about it, I don’t even remember much of who I was.
I start to think about what could my story possibly be. Maybe I was a king or a slave, perhaps I was a genius or just one more of the millions that have asked themselves about this same question.
Stopping my thoughts for a moment, I look behind me, where I see the one who is rowing the boat, who I didn’t notice before. I ask them if they know who I am and how I got here, to which they respond with just a warm smile. Strangely enough, I find that silent response comforting and without needing to ask for more. I turn around and look at the surrounding scenery that I didn’t appreciate before.
Somehow, where I came from and where I’m going doesn’t worry me anymore, I am at peace, and I slowly start to doze off, trusting that the one at the oars will take me safely to my unknown destination.
I close my eyes.
I find myself riding on a small wooden boat, slowly floating down a river. I don’t remember how I got here, thinking about it, I don’t even remember much of who I was.
I start to think about what could my story possibly be. Maybe I was a king or a slave, perhaps I was a genius or just one more of the millions that have asked themselves about this same question.
Stopping my thoughts for a moment, I look behind me, where I see the one who is rowing the boat, who I didn’t notice before. I ask them if they know who I am and how I got here, to which they respond with just a warm smile. Strangely enough, I find that silent response comforting and without needing to ask for more. I turn around and look at the surrounding scenery that I didn’t appreciate before.
Somehow, where I came from and where I’m going doesn’t worry me anymore, I am at peace, and I slowly start to doze off, trusting that the one at the oars will take me safely to my unknown destination.
I close my eyes.