• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 06
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Lately I've been feeling like I'm about to fall down. To the ground. Drop dead or unconscious. Faint in a fret to get out of this fast world, faster. Faster than I would get if I led a healthy life. And yet I keep running through the well-defined path others set for health. I drink my water and rebel doing yoga instead weightlifting. I'm nevertheless falling into the same trap. One day, another me will wake up to my clothes clinging to the bones that no longer belong to me, and I will run free, with no other possibility of falling. No matter if I'm high above the sky or down below water, I will be stuck on a certain level, and I won't be able to fall. This gives me a sense of security.