To What End This is?

I know I do not deserve to be in a company of Cyrano, Jonathan, Fletcher and The Little Prince.
They are perfect.

They are my inspiration. Kind of like a guidance. Because life is about making not easy but the right choice. And they are uncompromised in that area.

I wrote this to leave with something about me.

I cannot be them, nor do I want to be. I find comfort in sharing some values with them. I am not imagining those things as I remember, and I can read letters and messages, that are reflecting that. And that gives me a peace. As it would be that I was on the right track for quite some time.

Now, I do not know if there is an ultimate the right choice. Most likely not. Even more true if you have to make the choice reflecting on so many people, but you are left to do that alone. It will always stay on me as a burden as I am outcasted. And I do not know what to do about that. None of the characters I am inspired with had a family like me. All the troubles came from non-important people. But family is never that.

There is only one family and that is very unique. As Richard Bach wrote: “I’m here not because I am supposed to be here, or because I’m trapped here, but because I’d rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.”

The End