The journey is challenging.
Some days are particularly exhausting and tiring. Some enchantingly easygoing.
The steps are difficult, then easy. And heavy again.
The luggage presses on my shoulders, it is tight, there is no room on my back.
But it is necessary. Without him, I don’t know what I would do, how to protect myself, shelter, save myself. I always drag it with me. I squirm, hate him and cry from his heaviness, but I’m going with him further. It gives me security.
It’s dark at night, no moonlight, no stars, no orientation.
Forward! Where is it ahead?
I stopped. I stand and wait for the way to be shown. I see nothing but darkness around me.
I’m listening. But I don’t know what I’m hearing. Ears are ringing with some familiar melody from the past.
The day is slowly dawning.
An endless blue unfolded.
The sun shines. Every little point gets a shadow. More and more powerful, it burns everything under it. I have to get out of here.
I’m looking for shelter, shade in the endless sea of sand. Water to quench my thirst and feed my soul. A place to put my head down and rest. To fall asleep, sleep and dream away all the dreams that are swarming in my darkness and I haven’t touched them.
To revealed the idea that carries me through the dead-ends I walk, and throw away the excess baggage. To be me, whole, complete.
I strain my gaze. I sense the outline of something before me. A place or a flickering hallucination of exhaustion?
It smells fresh, I can feel it on my skin.
I’m moving forward step by step.
I see palm trees hugging the water. Their shadows lengthened, so, there and here they paint it green and blue, giving it depth the water. A thousand replicas of the sun sparkle on the surface. Each for himself, one little star.
Around me there is a hum, a kind of murmur is heard. I let go of my luggage with relief, looking around. I listen, absorb the smells.
I have arrived, I am finally here.
I bow in gratitude before that magnificent sight. God is merciful. I can breathe deeply, drink water, stop. I can dance and sing. I can cry and laugh. I can do whatever I want.
Around me, unfamiliar faces mingled with memories. One of them looks like someone from my past. He laughs with the same ringing laugh, but the character does not fit with the one preserved in me. Women with piercing eyes, dressed in colourful and black dresses, follow me.
One can feel the relief and joy staying there. Acceptance and support.
But also some vigilance. In this tangel of voices, colours, shouts and excitement, there are also those who keep a little separate. They don’t want to be seen. They don’t seem to be interested in anything and closely follow every movement. Condescendingly, they manage the whole from the shadows, pulling invisible strings.
I approach the water and reflect in it. Like two mirrors placed exactly opposite each other, the images from my eyes are reflected endlessly. I dive deep.
I found my place, my hidden OASIS.
I found an Oasis, in myself.
OASIS – Your companion on the path of self-discovery.
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