I sit down, stare at the clouds forming a crown on top of the mountains, and I wonder to myself: what would it take to be on top of the world. Lots and lots and lots would many say. Then again, is that the right question? Shouldn’t I worry more about what it would take to be on top of my own world, in my daily life, in my daily encounters? Shouldn’t I wonder what it would take me to be one of a kind in each word coming out of my mouth, each gesture taken towards the other, each smile exchanged, each kiss given?
… (To be continued)