There.

Here is simply better than there, I know that for sure. Although I have never actually been there, I have tried. I have closed my eyes, let my mind wander, let my imagination do its work. But every time I thought I was there, I discovered that I had stayed here. And honestly? That is not a bad thing at all.

There is a mysterious attraction there. It promises the unknown, the new, the adventurous. But if you’ve never really been there, how do you know it’s better than here? Maybe there’s just an illusion, a shadow of a longing that disappears as you approach. Here is tangible. Here is real.

Here I have my feet firmly on the ground, feel the familiar wind on my face, taste the flavors I know and cherish. There? There is vague, elusive, a play of shadows and promises that are never quite fulfilled. I try to reach it, reach out my hands to that unknown landscape, but each time it slips through my fingers like smoke.

Maybe that's the secret: there's only a dream, a mirror image that conforms to my expectations. But here is where I live, where I breathe, where I feel the sun on my skin. And maybe, if I wait long enough, there will eventually become here.

Until then, I'll stay here. Because here is always better than a there that might not even really exist.