I stopped to watch the ducks on my way back, tonight. It was a nice evening, fresh and pleasantly windy. I noticed that the ducks where all together; if one was going somewhere, an other would follow. The same for the few people I met. I was the only one alone

Sometimes I wonder if this is the right palce for me, the right path. When I was young, my future was to me like a big armour: growing I would fill it completely and feeling perfectly confortable in it. The true is different, there are parts of me that don't fit in, and emptiness in the armor that I can't fill. It seems to me I grew out in the wrong shape.

What went wrong? is it my shape, or the shape of the armour, to change? I can't answer, the trip put me out of balance in so many places, what was established now is not, what was background now is foreground.

Walking is just a matter of being continuously out of balance. Maybe I'm just preparing myself for the next step. Or maybe not