This morning

This morning, I woke up with the irresistible urge to live. And with it, joy. A wind of renewal blows on my life when at last I accept to make these frightening big decisions. When I finally accept to let go of these bulky balloons that hold me back, when eventually I acknowledge that I am more afraid to keep them than to leave them behind. Lighter, I am like a blind person recovering their sight. I see colors, people, faces and smiles. I see opportunities, occasions, ideas and purple in the sky. 

No, I am not high. I am simply me again. This little ingenu naively gamboling around the city, carefree, innocent, without worrying nor judging myself. I know these days are rare, therefore precious, so I take the time to make it visible through words, so I never forget what it feels like, how beautiful it is and how much it deserves to be sought when once again it disappears. 

Shout, live, laugh. Life is way too short to forget to sing.