It's official: age is no longer a restriction. I have the anguish and the whole world in front of me. I used to look outside my windows with admiration, but now that I have to leave the house I flinch. Free birds fly for survival, but for me flying is a choice and now my mind alternates between willing to leave and willing to stay. Sometimes I blaspheme against my dreams and I regret having unlearned to be satisfied with a little but the truth is that Napoleon is a demon that lives inside me and always wants more and I can't achieve the world if I just behold it through the windows of my room. I must leave. Free birds fly for survival and I envy them because for them there is no other option. Because their minds probably don't alternate between fear of the unknown and a desire to fly away. Because their minds probably don't alternate between frustration and ambition. Because their minds probably don't alternate between comparing their own way of flying with others and wanting to make another bird's way of flying their own, even though it's wrong because every bird flies the way it needs to fly and the comparison is unnecessary. Because their minds probably don't alternate between the cry of giving up and anything else. They are birds and only this they can be. But what I am I need to find out. How should I know what I'll be, I who don't know what I am? Indeed, we are condemned to be free. It's official: age is no longer a restriction. I have the anguish and the whole world in front of me. It's time to leave the house. It's time to fly away. It's time to go. Goodbye childhood, goodbye adolescence.
english is not my first language so forgive me if there's something wrong or whatever