The Fog Part 1

There are paths in front of us, there are dreams and on the other

hand, there are moulds prepared by our logic. We can't take time

to ourselves from thinking about which one is better for us and

which one can make us happier. We find ourselves in the middle

of unwanted conversations, in unwanted environments. Snow

falls on our paths. A huge fog covers the environment and

anyone can 't see one's hand in front of one's face. We look for

something to show us the way. We are afraid of failing to follow

our dreams. After a while, the fog that collapses on us points to

the way our logic shows us, and it retreats from there. A path free

from snow comes before us. The path of dreams is slowly being

forgotten.

After a while, some of those who could not quiet their hearts

come back and clean the snow in the path of their dreams with

Their hands. The biggest reason they show this courage is the

support behind them. Not only themselves but also those who

support them are effective in dispersing this fog and plowing the

snow. After a while, the way to his dreams opens completely

Then they continue to walk the way they want.

Although some want to go back to follow their dreams, they

realize that the fog has taken over their paths. It does not let them go. At

that moment, some people succumb to the fog, while others throw

themselves into the fog to seek the path of their dreams. They just

wander around, not knowing where to move. The fog makes their

Eyes blind and ears deaf. It restrains them from hearing their

own hearts voice. When they close their eyes, they hear the

voices of their hearts; albeit in the form of a whisper. As their

hearts guide them, the fog becomes even more dangerous to turn

them back. It poisons them. Some of those who follow their

hearts between attacks of cough are halfway killed by the fog

Some of them cling to their hearts and find the way of their dreams and continue on that path.