Orenda

But I know that I want to feel the magic. To see the magic in the mundane, be one with nature, to lie there and stargaze for hours. To run with the wind and flow with the river. To sing with the waves and lose my voice in the thunder. To hold the strength of lightning but be soft as a petal.

I want to be all the hues painting this world. I want to get lost in the moors and find myself in the wild. I want to follow the mystical paths that no one returned from. I want to walk through portals and end up in far away lands.

I want to hum like the bee and roar like the lion. I want to taste the different mixes the world has to offer. I just wish to melt into the oblivion.

But day after day I find myself scrolling through endless videos looking for a way. Hoping they would say who ‘I’ am. Hoping it would cure the ache in my chest. Hoping they would show a world where I belong.

I wonder if I am missing all the fun? But I wouldn’t trade my life with anyone else. How can I live like I have figured it all? How can I live the same day a hundred times?