The leaves rustle actively outside my window.
The leaves that so happily I waited for, are now turning color, to fall off soon.
The ray of sun passes through a slight break of this cloudy day.
Through my window, the sun warms my skin under the layers, it’s cold.
The sun encourages me to unravel from my cocoon, where my toes still feel cold and my breath is caught.
I breath to dispel this doubt that is hugging me. I detest it.
I breath and I counter think.
I want to talk with someone, but who would tell me a joke and listen and talk?
I want to be warm, but I still feel cold.
It’s better to strive for excellence than for a perfection that will unravel to naught.
Of all my doubts and coward thoughts
What I fear most is to come out without accomplishing my desires.
Running with just one egg takes more energy to make it, than to run wildly with a basket full of them; at least one will arrive safe.
I know this, because it was pointed out to me. I still don’t learn and always put all my effort on just one egg.
I just learned that if I strive for excellence, rather than perfection, I shall arrive to my destination, with a cracked egg, but I shall be happy to accomplish my goal
