What are you waiting for?

She stood looking aloof, the evening breeze lifting strands of her straight hair and twirling them around.  

'Do you sometimes feel restless, feel trapped, feel as if you do not belong where you are and should be out exploring, as if you were locked and just want to break free and find your way?'

She looked at the trees, silent witnesses of history. Silent victims as well. What would they say if they could talk? She took a deep breath, sighed and said "Yes, more than often," waiting for an answer.

The soothing and calm voice of the old man finally broke the silence, after what seemed an eternity but had in fact been only a few seconds.  "Well, the key to unlock yourself, the map to guide yourself and the wings you need to soar all lie within you. What are you waiting for?"