Rain

I can hear the drops of rain falling softly on the ground. I wonder what it is about the sound of rain falling down that calms me so much. Just a moment ago my heart was completely filled with fear and confusion, what should I do, which road should I take so that I don’t make a mistake, what is the answer, my answer. This questions kept running around in my head making me dizzy. I wonder why it is so hard to be able to know your own heart. Sometimes knowing yourself is a lot more difficult that knowing someone else. Maybe that is so hard because there are things easier to accept in others then in you or maybe I’m the only person that feels this way. Maybe I am the only one that doesn’t know the answer. I wonder if the people passing me by already have all the answers to this questions. If that is so I wish they would tell the secret they discovered so I would know what to do as well. But maybe, just maybe, I have to find the answers by myself, maybe my answers won’t be the same as that man’s or that woman’s answers. But then what do I do, where should I begin, what do I keep from my old self, what do I need to throw away in order to become my new self. And just like that new questions start spinning in my head as I still can’t move from this spot. And while I keep standing here people keep passing me by as they follow their road while I still don’t know where to begin to search for mine. I wonder if there really is a road that I am suppose to take or maybe that road doesn’t even exist to begin with. But it doesn’t matter now. As the rain softly fall over my shoulders nothing matters anymore just the sound of the drops falling down and the felling of water on my skin, everything else disappear people, thoughts, roads and me, I disappear as well under the sweet smell of rain and the fresh felling of water, I disappear so that I can be born again as someone who is able to find his own road, as someone who is able to search for answers.