Now what?
And then I saw opposite the waterfall a huge rocky wall, and little houses were built against it. They were ‘hanging’ on the wall, a bit shabby, and people were obviously living in them. And I could feel they were unhappy, quarreling. It made me anxious: do I have to go there? Is that my path? Again? It would also mean I had to go down - again. It would be a deep fall. I felt reluctant.
But then I looked up! The sky was blue and sunny. And I could see over the rocky wall it was a smooth surface. And off the coast there were these little islands, floating in the air. And in the distance I could see this big island and I could feel that was my destination. That’s where I’going! And it felt so good!
But in the mean time, I had to make a choice ... The hard way, meaning going down to help people who need help. Or the easier way that would make me happy. It felt like having to choose between others and myself. It took me quite a while, going down a bit, coming up again. Do I do what I feel I ‘must’ do? Or do I choose my own happiness? It may seem silly, but it was a difficult choice.
And then it dawned on me: I’m not selfish for choosing myself. I’m important too. I’m entitled to be happy. And what may seem easy, may turn out not being so easy. I don’t know yet! I flew straight to the other side, to the coast on my way to the first floating island.
