I've just moved to a new house. Actually, compared to my last house, it's relatively older. But what happens when you create any kind of changes in your life in any way is this...you leave a house, it's surroundings, your memories related to it, the people you wanted so bad, in a different way.
These days I have no thoughts occupying my mind, no need for comfort, no one that I miss, none that I love so much that I can't do without them. I've moved on...in fact, I've made it my skill to move on as quickly as possible.
When I need to stop, slow down and invest, I will. Right now, I want to run. Run faster and faster, from all these things behind, leaving them further away. And when I'm tired, panting for breath, I'll stop. And I shall turn behind to see everything in a blur. When I see nothing clearly, the only way I would choose to go is ahead.
And then the slowing down, the quiet walk, in the rain, with the birds. Peace alone.