The Teacher’s Path

Awakening from a long slumberwith my finger tips trembling, I emerged from the serene and silent darkness, extending my arms like white flowers that only blossom at night. I’m looking for my beloved moon that always illuminates my path, guiding me where I need to start walking, I am listening to the silenced melody that reminds me that I’m by myself in this long journey.

The words that I needed to hear but no one where there to teaches me, the feelings that I never got to experiences and mesmerizing possibilities. I feel a strange immeasurable force growing in my core like a fire that never goes out. I have accepted the leassons my old self teached me so I can reborn from those ashes of yesterday; I emerge from the shadow of the past, to embrace the uncertain future, the road without horizon that makes me question my existence, but I remember the words of Antonio Machado said “Traveler, there is no road; you make your own path as you walk.”. I started to embrace with open arms this sober world to learn the lessons that helped me transcends to the best version of myself, creating footprints to illuminate the road for the fellow traveler that just like me, walks through the darkness without a compass.