I once read a story

I once read a story. The type of story with an happy ending. And I thought that I will somehow live that story in my life, eventually.

I surprisingly felt uncomfortable around people, around classmates, around friends.

First I understood I was the problem. My eyes felt life differently, more grey and strict. Then I opened to life and colours, I started to search for happiness and listening to myself without stopping my desires.

After many attempts, I also found a small group of friends that gave me more than I expected. Even more that the story promised me.

Here I am, on the way I’m still looking outside the mirror of the train to look for the spirit of life, hoping that it‘s invisible and standing right next to me. Smiling, taking care of me and thanking whoever find him, because they are the people who let it still be alive.