The beginning

I used to believe it was the bad days that defined my life, my luck.

Now I see they were just the shadow of a cloud on a sunny day.

As fleeting as the wind, giving way to a great radiance, one greater than them.

I have stopped running from them, now I pass through them when I see them because I know my life is an infinite sky that shines behind every storm and awaits me at the end of every path.

That every end is just the beginning.