Air

He took a gulp of fresh air and felt every part of his body come alive. This was no ordinary breath of air, it defined freedom for him – no he was not incarcerated, far from it, he had been living in every contemporary sense a fairly successful life. The freedom that he needed was from himself, his habit of holding on to the past to a thing that was no longer his, his habit of pleasing people and always hiding his true self lest they got offended, his ever cautious, ever pre-emptive state mind which overanalyzed and calculated every single move of his. Maybe it was a lack of confidence because of the bullying that he faced as a kid in school. Maybe because he was a single child and always struggling to mingle and understand where he belonged. But, for some reason that breath of air seemed to have blown all that away.– his fears, his anger, his anxieties.

There were still so many things that he didn’t understand, but the process of awakening and realization had begun. It had been a tough few months, leaving everything that he had known of home, staying alone, battling his fears, his anxieties, moving on.  But it was finally coming together, pieces of his mind like a colorful mosaic. No, it wasn’t the alcohol, nor the nicotine, nor the caffeine. It just was tough to describe why he felt the way he did.

He looked at himself at the mirror and smiled – Maybe now is not the time to analyze the reason, he just needs to enjoy the moment and rejoice that all it took to find his peace was a deep breath of air..