Narrative

“Can`t things be easier? I know what I must do but every choice I have taken has just led me to more trouble. Why is it so hard? Why do good intentions end up in harsh words? Why is trust paid with betrayal?  My determination to make a change is still there but sometimes it is so hard to see. I don’t want to give up, but I feel so tired”. All these doubts hounded the Odd One Out as the need of shelter, of somewhere to rest, became more and more pressing.  Suddenly a voice passed through all those thoughts like sun light passes through dark clouds: “Why don`t you stop to rest for a minute?” Those words took the Odd One Out back to reality. “I´m not alone. I was so tired of fighting that I couldn´t remember how to stop doing it.”

In that moment The Odd One Out felt save, for once in a very long time. There, with those people, all the troubles could be told or kept but more importantly they could be forgotten for a while. Before leaving The Odd One Out said:

 “My journey is mine. No one can walk it for me. However now I remember where I can return to rest. It is not home, but you make it feel so alike.”

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