A pair of Shoes
A few years back, I bought my first pair of shoes. I had no travel plans, no reason to wear them, yet something in me wanted them. The pair that felt magical Soon after, life surprised me with an unplanned trip to another city. I, who had never travelled alone, packed those shoes and went to meet a friend. I lied to my family, called it “work,” and lived moments that felt like freedom for the first time. When I returned, I dreamt of more such escapes, or to be closer to someone special... And not long after, I was placed in another city. I hesitated, overthought, compared the pros and cons… But in the end, I put on those same shoes and stepped forward. With time, I began believing those shoes were magical, that they were making everything possible. I forgot it was me who had walked into those journeys, me who had taken the risks, me who had worked hard to chase those dreams. I bought new pairs, but my heart clung to the first one. I stopped wearing them, afraid they would tear, until o...