Here is simply better than there, I know that for sure. Although I have never really been there, I have tried. I have closed my eyes, let my thoughts 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 so bad. There is a mysterious attraction there. It promises the unknown, the new, the adventurous. But if you have never really been there, how do you know that it is better than here? Maybe there is only 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, I feel the familiar wind on my face, I 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 out, reach out my hands toward that unknown landscape, but each time it slips through my fingers like smoke. Maybe that’s the secret: there’s just a dream, a reflection that conforms to my expectations. But here’s 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.