I took that step… Like a sheep in a flock, …  They say it’s your deal, yet they put you on train tracks of steel and they say it is up to you to turn the wheel!!! They know it is one way but they deceive you when they say… Now I am on the track where there is no going back its the trend, and its the beginning not the end. I thought I should enjoy the ride since I take no pride, I try to stick my head out I could smell fresh air I could see about.

Shame on you, they said, we have roles we have manner don’t you know that we follow a banner, see your siblings see your tripe did anyone dare to do what you tried??? What did I do?? I said, Does everything has to go the way you drew?? … “Close your eyes it would feel better, sometimes the more you see the more its bitter” they advised me in a way full of glitter. So I closed my eyes and never question since it was the easier option. And since then I have been guided in a train that I drive blinded with, tradition, religion, add to that life, fate and blind friends proposition.. Many people hoped on my train some stay and some went away, some I laughed with and some made me sad, some made me feel loved and some made me feel mad, some gave me directions and some put obstructions.

I am not saying I did not have fun!!! I was playing the piñata with sticks made of bun… I know its a play I know its sweet I know its fun, I am on my knees sweeping with my hands, looking with my blinded eyes, “this is my train, my party, am I insane??” They answered… now that you broke it you need to fast, you need to suffer you need to surrender… Surrender your heart your life and your health, and the future that is stealth. I have waited and waited. Then I prayed till I was sedated, I walkup frightened, I tried to get up, I tried to fight them, only to see myself tightened. Then I screamed “E N O U P H” let me be. Let me go about, send me free.  I fell, looking under the blindfold to see my life aging and old. I saw that the only chains are my own hands, and the blindfolds are my eyelids nothing more. I felt strong, awake, like a storm…. I decided to face them and tell them that they are wrong… I searched every cart in the train. No body was there to blame. Oh, one more cart with lots of space.. They must took that as hiding place… I opened the door to see the cart without floor, full of children, boys, youth, and men looking towards what I am looking for… when I speak their lips imitate, when I move they take the same state, I approached the oldest and demanded an explanation, I told him I Do NOT want to be controlled I want to fly free no tracks no train no blindfolds… he answered smiling.. This all you, these children youth and men are your stages of life, there were never a train, tracks or “they” it was only you.. And you made them stay. Look again and end this play… I scrubed my eyes and looked to see that it was a mirror and it was only me. The rest are just reflection of the past, labeled with my name that doesn’t last. 

We normally blame others for mistakes, hardship, missing opportunities, failures; we blame culture, country or money. YES some hardships are parachutes fall on you with no warning. Instead of blathering about how everyone is responsible. Look at yourself you will always find that the survival cart is always in your heart.