Be calm. Be free.
I was once lying down in a meadow.
Listening to the world and to the voices inside my head, they told me then, how peaceful the world is, indeed it was.
I watched the birds and listened to their songs, I heard the cicadas make their usual noises, saw
the trees dance along with the wind, heard their silent whistles and watched the fluffiness of the
clouds. Everything was blue then, it was calm, a luxury of peacefulness.
Be calm. Be free.
I wondered then, how would it feel like to fly with the birds, to flap a wing and to dive freely with
the wind, to hear the chirping and buzz with the bees.
I was thinking then, to stay still and never move, to be one with the earth and grow with the
grass. To whistle along with the wind and dance with the lilies, to breathe with the animals and just let go with the dandelions.
Be free.
It was almost the end then, but I realized that: to let go doesn't always mean to end it, that breathing is enough to let go and surviving can also mean living.
