The Art Of Surrender

I stopped asking

what would happen next

and the air

suddenly felt lighter.

I started believing in my own steps.

I started making decisions that felt good for me.

I stopped worrying about what’s to come next,

and started enjoying the very things that were present in front of me.

From here, I laughed a little louder.

And I recognized that my own mind was the one who was holding me captive.

So I breathed a little more frequently, and learned to talk to myself quite gently.

I rerouted, and who would have thought, but it seems that I have again sprouted.