Floating with the stream.
What if I fail, a voice asked? What if I sit here and I do nothing, will anything change.
Try it, another voice answered. You do not have to do anything. Have you ever failed at anything?
Yes, I’ve failed at everything. I can’t do it. I can’t risk it all.
Risk what? The calm voice answered.
Risk my life.
The calm voice smiled.
But the nervous voice continued, I do not want to be here.
Here, there, anywhere. I do not want to hear it. If there is truth, why do I see lies. I want truth, why do I lie all day.
The calm voice smiled again.
There is war and politics and pain everywhere I look inside. I do not want to look anymore, I do not want to see it. I want it ideal.