Another side

I want to cross the river to another side…
There is so bright and colorful. Many flowers and many butterflies are there.

The place that I stay now is not the interesting place. I feel bore staying in the same atmosphere, the same environment, the same place that I was born.

Have you ever felt like this? Sometime you stay in the same place for long time. You feel that every day in your life is the same. Nothing is going to be changing. Nothing is going to be exciting. Then you want a changing in your life.

Many people afraid of changing. They think that their life is stable and it is good enough. They do not have to take a risk in their destiny. I do not think so.

I think that everything has movement. The time is running, I am breathing. I never stand in the same spot. I never feel the same feeling in my memory. It is similar, just similar feeling. Then I never feel bore living my life.

I want to cross to another side of the river. There is nothing here, nothing interesting here anymore. When I look at the other side, it seems paradise to me. I stay here before I remember things. I want to go away. There is somewhere, in front of me, wild green field with the big tree, I cannot see the end of the green. I think if I were there, I would feel rich of glad.
I cannot cross the river in front of me because the water is too cold, and the river is too wild. The other side is too far for me. If only it was a little bit narrow. If only it was a little bit warm.

Many people always thing that if only I could do the thing I want, their life would be better, but they never really do it before. They never cross an obstacle in their mind. I see many people just talk about their dream and never do it. I know that they want to run away from the place they stay but they have never started to do it. Sometimes they feel like boring, but they do not do anything to change it. I do not think that my life is boring. You can try looking around yourself, in detail. You will see the difference of the world. When you thorough things, you will see the beauty in it. Sometimes you do not look at the trees in the path that you walk pass every day. You never see texture of bark, or flower. You will see it when you actually look at it.

I see the butterfly there. It is on the daisy. I want to go there and play with it.

The butterfly flies to me. It comes closer and closer. It flies pass my ear. I turn back to see it. In front of me, there is a wild green field, with big trees. I hear birds sing their song. I see the great place.

The little cat plays in that field with joyful.