Ballad of the bicycle: There is always hope for you

It's late when I reach the edge of the cliff. The sun sets on the horizon. I sit on my bike and let time pass. Some birds fly over the water, look tar floating in silence. My mind goes away while watching the sea. The night covers the world gently. Everything about me is at peace, and the sky, now, is full of symbols and stars. Contemplate the eternal vastness and let my mind roam free so that my thoughts come to me, pure, without turbulence.

I recall other times in my life, other people that came to my side, leaving his presence in me. I think my hopes, my projects, what I wanted and what I got, do. I strive to remember how my way and the way he walked, and watch the bottom of my soul looking for a new answer. I try to learn from my mistakes, forgive-me myself, and then try to forgive others as well.

The evening progresses and look at the sky, all these worlds has its magic and meaning. I stare at the sky, sea, and I feel I'm just a grain of sand in a desert. Siera surgical Tonight my heart melt with nature, with all my soul feel his presence, and in the middle of the night, watching the sea and be sea, and feel in my heart that mysterious and cold water, covered by darkness .

You know, my bike? Maybe in time I will be able to understand, that this vast sea to live trapped in his wonderful immensity, and feel lonely and lost like me. And even the sky, in its own way, is looking for your site and your way.

Here, on this cliff, my bike and I think the rest of the world. My bike di-ce, "think no more, only feel. Back to you and the baggage of your life. Gather all your experiences and start to live as a new being. Do this every day, every instant, and secure at last understand that no matter what happens, there is always hope for you. "

? Angel Steps