... with feathers
It is always there. Or should be, as a part of human nature. It never leaves us alone, even in the most ambiguous times, even when we are afraid of something, or of ourselves.
And there must be someone who is behind the concept of hope, who has that book in hand, who writes down how many steps we should walk each day, and to which direction. Although we can also choose not walking so much or turning in the opposite direction, but one day we will accidentally return to the very road we were supposed to take at the beginning.
I feel a little bit safer thinking we were born with a purpose, and we are not alone with making decisions and choosing directions.
Indeed, I am much alone in other respects...
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