For a man who has
quite the life experience, I still tend to fear the
longed-for first steps.
How would I have the courage to stand tall when there
is nobody helping me stand up?
Is it supposed to be my right foot forward or my left
one? How am I supposedly destined
to learn walking, presumptuous steps while always
haunted by beginnings?
Anxiety attacks draw me to disoriented
questions. Answers to those questions either belatedly
answered or even worse, possess none whatsoever. And
I keep looking for a beginning, not with concern to
what level of accomplishment I may reach but to what
extent I may enjoy my thorough journey.
I am possessed with beauty that your
eyes and hearts could hardly see or feel. No living
soul, no sun, moon, not even my own shadow would ever
be able to measure my passion for nature.
I fear the end of my journey is near. Finally, I am
no more a researcher only looking for beautified hidden
thing. Here I present you with this research…The
First Step.
Mohammed Yousif
Sharjah
United Arab Emirates |
