A two way street

I was sitting on a bench around the corner while snowing, I wonder profoundly about my life. I see people crossing the street and cars passing by. I wonder, how on Earth I came here? I answered my own question. I was here because I have purpose. I was here because I am capable of living and choose what to do.

While, sitting and wondering I looked at the sky and imagine all of my dreams. I smiled weirdly and thought about how to get it. Thinking about time and effort makes me feel crazy and lazy but I know I must pursue because I know it is a rewarding feeling to achieve my goals one by one.

I often ask myself silly questions and found the answer right in front of me or somewhere deep within me. It is a some kind of a two way street I can go here and there to get to the place that I want to go. Maybe there are some long haul drives of flights to go through but somewhere there, I know I can get there.

I felt chilly as the snow drops heavily with the wind. I wished that if only I could freeze time and get there without losing so much but life must go on and we can never go back just moving forward and aiming right with a clearer view.

-Anna

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