Where does he live?

Does he see the trees from his window, as they change their look through the seasons?

Does he see the sky, the rain, the sun, the clouds?

What’s his city like?

His town, his island, his land, his “home”. What is it like? Does he even have a place he calls home?

He dreams of living somewhere else.. of waking up somewhere different.. of watching the clouds careless and free.

He craves the sea and the sound of the waves or the mountains and their majesty, he likes it green or white or sandy. He is ready to explore new worlds.

He likes it different, than what he sees now.

Free Fallin´- Tom Petty

He sure is grateful wherever he is but there’s something inside his mind that tells him that he needs the better view, the better town, the better neighborhood, the taller building, the nicer shed,

he needs the cooler people, the better streets, the nicer beach, the sunnier weather.

He needs it all, to get better. He would be ready to move right now. The sky is always brighter somewhere else.

Or isn’t the brightness just inside himself?

Around the corner just hidden by his needs and fears. Just a step inside his depth.

The happier place is the one he builds when he’s ready to move from what he creates to stop himself.

He is his break and his fuel.

Able to find his happy place, when he is ready to feel free.

Because all we want is freedom. Of mind. Wherever we are.