A window to the past
For others I may seem to be the same individual but somewhere deep inside I knew that a part of me is lost.. I was trying to figure out what's it since months but I wasn't able to. I have tried meditation, music podcasts but nothing was touching the line, then one day I dropped my phone and picked one of my favourite book (hard paperback) . As I was diving deep down the passages I was witnessing a light at the end of the tunnel, like I was getting closer to myself. I was about to finish the book after six hours of continuous reading, at the last page I started crying like a kid, it was an avalanche of tears, this was not what I was expecting. I still don't know what it was, after completing the book I realised that now I am holding the hands of that part of me which I thought I lost. It was not the book as I was not reading it for the first time, but then what was that outburst ? I am still not very clear but it could be the inner child in me who was fond of reading, but...