Today I feel sad, so sad. I know the value of a cheerful story but sometimes it helps to share a thought or two that weighs heavy on the heart. Today my heart feels sorrowed, perhaps a little lost too. Today as the sun rose in all its magnificent glory I knew it would be another day of saying goodbye, letting go again.
My life is a blessing and I have all my heart could possibly desire. I often feel like a Sunday’s child, born with more than a fair share of fortune and a lion’s heart to combat the difficulties that inevitably make the path of life a bitter sweet experience. I believe that life is a creation and that each and every one of us is the artist. I also believe that I am not solely a defenceless victim of circumstance, my happiness depends on me.
It truly is a wonderful experience to travel and live in
. I am grateful for the
beauty that surrounds me, the goodwill and trust of kind and complete strangers,
the sweet encouragements of dear and distant friends and the challenges that
allow me to discover the length of my abilities and limits. But there is a dark
side too; an irreconcilable sad side that sometimes casts a shadow over all
that joy. Something that always makes me cry however hard I try not to. And it
happened again today, the airport, a suitcase, a kiss, a hug, a turn, one more
kiss, a wave, goodbye. Morocco