This is what’s behind the wall. Time carried me all the way, powered by my own desire and effort, and every step further clearing the view of the bricks covering the unknown future behind it.
As closer it gets, it fasters the way pass and in the final moment, my whole body prepared itself for the crash, squeezed the air and sound inside, tensed my muscles and closed my eyes, just to be opened again before the unveiled continuous way of life. This is what’s behind the wall.
Maybe it’s possible to catch sight of another one along the path, but for now there’s only a fresh field to be explored and to be powered again by my own desire and effort.
There are issues that I’ve been postponing, changes that I didn’t dare to implement, addictions, truths, behaviours and thoughts that I could’t work with until I got the wall behind me.
Cigarretes, alcohol, drugs
Work and interests, what are my goals