You’ve probably walked across this place many times, across this large iron bridge that connects the two neighborhoods districts of Woodcrest, but you’ve always been too busy with urgent matters or a loud of inner thoughts to stop and look around.
Today, I did just that. I stopped at that exactly point in space to look with new eyes, from a new angle, and to see and show you what has always elusively eluded you before. I’ll show you the mood of the moment.
And its name is Solitude. No, this isn’t the kind of loneliness that, along with depression, makes your life unbearable. This is that precious Solitude when you can be yourself, hear the voice of your soul and the whisper of the night stars; when you feel your strength in uniting with the world around you and all your fears disappear; when you can see the previously invisible. This is the state where you find YOURSELF.