I Do Not Want to Change
Living life to the fullest
Her words instilled in me a sense of distrust toward everything around me, as I cherished objects not for their monetary value but for the feelings they evoked within me.
Yet, if objects continued to convey those feelings to me, I would have nothing to fear.
Everything that reached me through sight was a landscape I could deeply observe, something that surrounded me so closely.
The transparency of a thin tree leaf between me and the sun was something that would forever captivate me. Birds could keep singing their songs, and I would listen; the grooves of the grass, I would continue to touch; the apples I could taste, I would savor; all the orange blossoms I could smell would please me and continue to do so.
Nothing would need to change, NOTHING!
For I was joyful.
Why would I want to change? Why should I change? Who could change me?
No one should have the power to steal a rightful happiness.
About the Creator
Tiago Dunecel 🧑💻
Portuguese author (yes, from Portugal, like Cristiano Ronaldo) sharing his texts in English. I enjoy writing in the first person singular and have a passion for dialogues.
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Yes, don't change, please! In this materialistic world, simple happiness seems like a strange thing. stay as you are—unique.✨💪