The first day I had the rain of company. This radio music also warmed my body and soul. Music has always kept me company in the best and worst moments. She’s always been my travel companion, shall we say. In me there was this mixture of all the good and the bad to feel. Could you drive and go alone in this car? This small car, but so big in terms of its contents. Not just my clothes, my shoes fit inside. Yes, you know me well, my shoes that should always accompany me even if I never wear them.
I told them that this car was extraordinarily rich in content, besides all my rubbish, that it was not uncommon, all my dreams, all my anxieties, my sorrows, the stories misresolved with myself, my anxieties and even my dreams. spread inside.
- There I continued to travel with me and with a whole range of emotions.
- Which intermingled with my perfume.
- My business!My car was such an accomplice to me that I smiled every time I had to get away from a sharp edge or each time a dream hit the window.
The first stop I made was on a steep and windy slope. I didn’t want to stay there too long. The feeling was emptiness, lack of heat, total lack of life, but didn’t the snow release me when I wanted it? For a few minutes, I stayed inside myself and parked at the entrance of a cave. I managed to reach some shadows that beckoned me to enter and asked me to enter. But she was afraid to go inside. It was dark and the shadows gave me a strange signal. I looked around to see if I had someone to help me decide whether to go in or not, but I was alone. Completely alone! I would have to decide for myself to enter this dark cold cave with dancing shadows and find out what was hiding there and what it could offer me, or continue my journey to find myself and try to overcome fear on my own. And now? My soul was so divided. I’ve always had a soft spot for the mystery and the unknown, but the purpose of my trip was not at all. What if the cave were the scene of definitive love, intense friendships, grieving families, women who cry with desire, shared joys? Me and my habit of feeling things? I remembered the attic I found going up the creaky stairs, remember? What if it is?
For a while, I forgot my main goal. I left the fear behind. I greeted the shadows, put on a cloak, and went in the direction of all that I did not know; everything that seemed cold and dark; of all that was beyond me; of a whole world that elevated me to a certain amount of emotions, feelings and seemed lifeless, but I would have to bring all this to life to lifeless, feelingless, without heat?
I went there, with terrifying fear, with brutal pain inside, with weak legs and not knowing what I was going to find, but I did.
Do I regret it? I don’t know. As soon as I get there I’ll tell you, but one thing I’m sure of, I wouldn’t agree with myself if I didn’t try to figure out what was beyond those shadows that called me and I’d rather regret trying. to find myself in the uncertainty of what might or might have been!
Go beyond yourself. His legs are even shaking with fear. Go beyond all your might. Of all your shadows And one day you can say:
“I couldn’t face all the cold caves and the strange shadows of my life, but at least I went there, went in and tried.