A transition to new horizons requires us to leave the safety of the known shore. In the quiet, changing air of France, I embraced the unknown. I stepped into a space that had no name yet. This move was more than just a physical change. It was a profound internal architecture for my evolving soul. Every step helped me process the tectonic shifts of my life. As a sensitive spirit, I felt the weight of every goodbye. I found beauty in the erosion of my old identity. This journey led me toward a stable, Malachite peace. Understanding this transition to new horizons gives me strength today. My truth now lives in the discovery of new paths. We move from the past toward a radiant future. Within these changing intervals, the spirit finds its authentic rhythm.
Tranzicija ka novim horizontima
Naravno da ih ima, zaista ih ima bezbroj. Smijem se dok o njima razmišljam, ali taj smijeh skriva duboku i tihu bol, mnogo veću nego što bih ikada željela priznati sebi ili drugima.
Ponekad se prisjetim određenih scena iz prošlosti, ali te uspomene su poput prošlih dana koje brzo ostavim iza sebe.
Kad odlazim, nasmijem se kroz suzne oči, ne kažem ništa, ali jasno čujem njihove riječi: “Sretan put, javi se.”
Život je poput sata koji bez prestanka i odmora otkucava minute i sate…
Odlazeći, zakoračila sam u prostor koji još nije imao ime — samo tiho, zlatno obećanje novih horizonata. I dok su se koraci udaljavali od onoga što sam nekada bila, u meni se otvarao put prema onome što tek mogu postati. Ništa nije bilo izgubljeno: sve se pretvaralo u svjetlost, u dah, u nježan šapat budućnosti. Tamo, gdje se susreću tišina i nada, pronašla sam snagu da krenem dalje — prema mjestima koja još ne poznajem, ali mi već pripadaju.
Transition vers de nouveaux horizons
Bien sûr qu’il y en a, vraiment des centaines. Je ris en y pensant, mais ce rire cache une douleur profonde et silencieuse, bien plus grande que ce que je n’aurais jamais voulu admettre à moi-même ou aux autres.
Parfois, je me rappelle certaines scènes du passé, mais ces souvenirs sont comme des jours révolus que je laisse rapidement derrière moi.
Quand je pars, je souris à travers les larmes, je ne dis rien, mais j’entends clairement leurs mots : “Bon voyage, tiens-nous au courant.”
La vie est comme une horloge qui sonne les minutes et les heures sans arrêt et sans repos…
En partant, j’ai franchi un espace qui n’avait pas encore de nom — seulement la promesse silencieuse et dorée de nouveaux horizons. Et tandis que mes pas s’éloignaient de ce que j’étais autrefois, un chemin s’ouvrait en moi vers ce que je suis destinée à devenir. Rien n’était perdu : tout se transformait en lumière, en souffle, en doux murmure de l’avenir. Là où le silence rencontre l’espoir, j’ai trouvé la force d’avancer — vers des lieux que je ne connais pas encore, mais qui m’appartiennent déjà.
Transition to New Horizons
Of course they exist, truly countless. I laugh when I think of them, but that laughter hides a deep and silent pain, far greater than I would ever want to admit to myself or others.
Sometimes I recall certain scenes from the past, but those memories are like days gone by that I quickly leave behind.
When I leave, I smile through teary eyes, say nothing, but clearly hear their words: “Safe journey, keep in touch.”
Life is like a clock that ticks minutes and hours without pause or rest…
As I leave, I step into a space that has no name yet — only the quiet, golden promise of new horizons. And as my steps move away from who I once was, a path opens within me toward who I am meant to become. Nothing is lost: everything turns into light, into breath, into the gentle whisper of the future. Where silence meets hope, I find the strength to move forward — toward places I do not yet know, but which already belong to me.