As I was walking in a familiar road, I noticed and followed a stranger who was about to walk in a narrow space. He might know an easier route.
In between the bricks and walls, I found myself walking with ease. As a yellow leaf fell and touched my foot, I realized that even a leaf falls off and dies. It becomes one of those leaves that have already fallen. But it had lived with a purpose. Do I need to die?
Sometimes, we need to figuratively die not to end our lives but to start a new one and in order for those people who were left behind to also start their own lives. Staying without any purpose is like dying.
I reached the end. I cannot see him anymore. It’s not an alleyway. It’s dead end. Can I just jump from the bricks or should I go back and walk on the other side?
I chose to jump to make it easier. I have been walking for too long to just realize that at the end, I walked on the wrong path. I will never look back. I need to break away.