FROM THE BEND TO THE STRAIGHT PATH

Sometimes, I see life as a winding road—

Sharp turns, one after another.

I don’t know where each turn leads.

I just keep turning, moving forward.

Sometimes, the turning itself makes me dizzy—

Like those winding mountain roads that leave me with nausea and vertigo.

And then comes the moment—

When I scream inside.

"Enough already! Will there ever be a clear, open road ahead?"

Every journey I take seems to be about discovering new places.

But in reality,

It’s always a journey back to myself.

This time, my winding road connected Sarajevo to Kotor.

For hours, I endured the twisting, stomach-churning path.

Until finally, at my destination—

A rainbow greeted me.

It always does.

Like we have an unspoken bond.

It shows up at just the right moments—

To remind me of something I seem to forget.

That miracles exist.

That colors blend together beautifully.

That life doesn’t always need to be analyzed, rationalized, or controlled.

And when I remember this—

The fog in my mind clears.

The heaviness lifts.

And I breathe—

Deep, into myself.

Then I exhale—

Letting go.

To take in, and to release.

To stop resisting.

To be satisfied with what is.

Instead of fighting reality,

Instead of trying to prove myself to life,

What if I just let it flow through me?

What if, instead of holding on so tight—

I just let things blend, let things unfold?

What if I didn’t force or resist?

What if I just let go, and let life happen?