With people pushing me away, the wind seems so inviting. Always ready to sweep me off my feet, away from the world, away from everyone and everything.

You see the wind, unlike people, doesn't care about the color of your skin. It doesn't care about how tall or short you are or how big or small you are. It doesn't care how you dress or what religion you are..

And most of all, It doesn't care about your mistakes. No matter how big or small, or how deep they are.

You see the wind doesn't care if you are on the edge of death or not. It doesn't care if you hate everyone and everything, or if you carry the world on your shoulders.

But the wind is only willing to take you away if you believe it can. Without trust in where it will take you, it will have no trust in return.