The boy and the dark room
Once there was a boy and lived in a room. It was always dark, but he liked it. He would look better in the dark, no flaws, no shame of the reveals that light bring. But there was one light spot in the dark room. In that light spot he would travel around the world and discover new places and people. It was a beautiful world but so far and everything looked so difficult.
The boy would sometimes look at his family thru the small space in between the open door and the wall. He could see everyone happy living their lives and he was just there in the dark room dreaming about his.
When could it be right time to take all those feelings and take it to an enghtened outdoor place? I guess he would get to decide when. He is waiting for his own decision.
