Maybe destiny brought me here to make up for lost time. To live what I left unfinished.
So I took off my sarong without thinking too much and ran.
I ran as if the wind could carry away my doubts, as if each step brought me closer to a version of myself I thought was lost.
I ran hoping that the twenty-nine-year-old Michelle can reconnect with the nineteen-year-old Michelle.
The water greets me with a refreshing embrace. I let myself sink, not fighting against the gravity of the lake water. It's a moment of absolute silence, of peace. And when I feel I've gone deep enough —more than I expected, but without touching the bottom— I push myself with all my strength and break the surface, inhaling a gulp of fresh air.
A pure, sincere laugh bursts from my chest.
I looked to the right and the
