Our Land is Beautiful…

We all have a place where we go to from time to time, to escape from this world. In that place we can be ourselves without feeling any judgment from anyone. No embarrassments. For me … I find myself going there almost whenever I can. It is there where I will lay down my joys, sorrows and often doubts. Any uncertainties I may have, any obstacle that I want to overcome, or if I need some advice, I go to that place and … I meet my friends there.

Everybody knows my name there. Everyone knows my soul. I hardly ever need to utter a single word, since they know what’s going on with me through my eyes. It seems they’ve already entered my head, and are reading my thoughts.

Nature knows me too. I speak to the birds, to the waves of the lake, to the trees, some of which are older than my existence.
Everyone is there to help. To find a solution in this long journey that is life. This place is a paradise. It’s huge. Doors do not exist as it is all outdoors. Whoever goes there will never leave without promising that he will return. Love reigns, and although one cannot stay there forever, longing remains … waiting for a new reunion. All the birds that cross paths with the people talk to us with their sweet eyes. They understand us. They understand our suffering, which is basically the same as theirs. The suffering of wanting to survive in this jungle of a world where it is “to each their own”. They also want to be accepted for what they are. Isn’t that really what we all want? To want to be recognized by the wonderful person we are inwardly, truly…

The trees also complain about it. That no one accepts them and does not value them for what they do to this world, which they are indeed an important element.On this land – on our land – our batteries are chargeable. We gain strength that we do not always imagine we have.
There we can play, walk, exchange impressions and really hear what others have to say. And all this, for nothing. We give our minutes and later someone will give theirs. Smiles spread through the air. There is not one who does more than the other. It’s all the same. Those who have their lower spirits, the whole team will be willing to give strength to lift them up.
Helping others is the key in this land of wonders. The waves even sing your song. It is impossible to be sad there and each one can always bring one more. They are always accepted. Your real person stands out there. Everyone is free to say what they think, without receiving disapproving looks. If you feel like screaming, no one will tell you to be quiet. If the tears appear on the face, those tears will not come alone, because everyone will cry there with you.
If you need a hug, all possible arms will be extended. Wings will exist to help you fly to new horizons. Dreaming is the main thing on this land. All who appear there have all aspirations! Sometimes they dream of the impossible … knowing that one day they will get what they want.

The determination lies there. No one complains about persistence, because they know how to wait. They know that good things happen to all who are patient. Time is not in a hurry. For life is made of moments and anyone who passes by knows how to enjoy these moments at every step.
In our imagination, there are endless possibilities. We can be anything our heart desires. There is no rush. Just moments. We live at every step. We are the ones who draw the road of our circulation. And although the masterpiece may already be pre-intended, the choice of the draft is to find out. It’s so good that we can escape into our little big world…. As the famous Richard Bach said, ‘if you want to be with the ones you love, don’t you think you’re already there?’

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