I was there with you!
I was waiting for an adventure.
I went to one
but I wasn’t prepared for it.
I left everything and left.
I was traveling, and I have to admit
that it was fun at the beginning
but I was alone.
I was having a hard time,
I didn’t have money,
I was lost and
didn’t say anything, because I was deeming
that it was under my dignity.
I didn’t want to admit
that I can’t do anything on my own.
I was fighting with everything
and I won, but it was a lonely victory
which made it temporary.
I was fighting
with all the bad luck that I got.
For a while, I was free again
and was still following “my dream”.
The problem was that
it wasn’t fun anymore,
and I wasn’t sure
whether this was still my dream.
When you are alone
and doesn’t have someone
to share those moments,
those stories, beautiful views
and memories,
there is no big worth of all of it.
No one will be able to feel
what you’ve felt,
and no one will understand
why you are crying or laughing
while talking about your stories.
Knowing that I was alone,
I lost my path again.
I didn’t know
to which direction I should keep going.
I wanted to yell
“Mom, come and take me home!”,
but I didn’t want to look weak.

Then I realized!
I’ve realized why I left home.
I left it to seek my place in the world
because I believed
that it wasn’t where I started.
Now, after all that wandering
in the enormous world,
after I walked that long lonely road,
I’ve started to realize and
I’ve started to see my path.
It’s the one that I was always avoiding.
The one that I used to believe was not mine.
The one that I’ve escaped from.
In time I realized
that nowhere else I’ve felt like home
but in that one path.
And I’ve screamed
“Dad, come and take me home!”
I was screaming, even though I knew
that you were probably still mad at me
for ruining my life.
Now, it’s too late for me to go back.
I’ve realized it too late.

Now, as I am holding the cold
and the lonely hand of the death,
I see the path
which was made from your love
and that has been always there for me,
waiting for me to choose it.
Now I hear all of your kind words
that were calling me through all that time
to take the path
that will lead me to the place
where I belong.
Before saying goodbye
to the only one
 that I was truly talking with
and he to send me away
to my next journey,
I managed to whisper
“Will you take me home?”
Then I looked at his eyes
to see the answer in them.
I smiled, and I said to him
“Take me home!”

                                                                                          The Outsider