A Leaf

Since I was very young, I have always felt like a leaf...

A single leaf, drifting in the vast sea of existence. Carried by unseen currents, I drift. Buffeted by winds and storms, tossed about with no sense of direction. And yet, I remain afloat.

The wind tugs at me, sometimes gently, sometimes violently, but I have no anchor, no companion to share the journey. I twist and turn, carried forward, yet my path feels solitary, and the world around me seems endlessly immense.

Even in the brightest sunlight, I sense the quiet isolation of my own being. I am visible yet unseen, moving yet unaccompanied, existing yet unacknowledged. The storm may toss me, but I keep floating - resilient, fragile, and entirely on my own.

And still, there is a strange grace in this solitude. Though I am alone, I am free. I can feel the wind in every fiber, taste the rain in every curve, and sense the vastness around me without distraction.

The leaf knows both loneliness and liberation, and in that tension, I continue.