On my Birthday last Friday I made an evening walk by myself in the forest until it was dark to think about my life.
I wonder how many footsteps I have made in those thirty-four years.
I wonder how many blades of grass I have touched.
How often did I say I'm done with this world, only to stand up again afterwards and move on.
How many times I opened the window as wide as my arms to breathe in the morning dew.
How many times I stared at the moon and wondered if you are doing likewise.