Translated…
Every time I’d come across a wall, I’d felt this strong sort of emotion, coming up to the surface.
It was, like going back to play that game that we were never tired of playing in our childhood years, constantly chasing around the sides of the walls, and we’d often traded places in hiding and seeking one another out, and would get into arguments on whose turn to do what.
As we older, we’d used the distances to build up the walls around us.
With getting older and older, the walls we built up around us, also became higher and higher by the day.
And, although deep down inside, I’d longed for the person who’s outside, to be patient enough, hiding, to be accustomed with seeking, to wait patiently, so we can, resolve the puzzles that time had handed to us one by one without trouble.
But, if we could flip over these high up walls, could we still carry that original mindset of which we’d begun with?
Especially when we’d discovered, that it was, a stranger’s face on the other side of the wall, or that there was NOBODY there, should we ourselves, open up our arms wide to embrace whatever, whoever was there, or should we, become flustered, and panicky?
I’d in desperate need of bumping into such a wall.
wish it was as easy to take apart once these walls were built, but they’re not!
And, from both side, chasing the regrets of never been here before.
So, as we got older, we’d erected these walls around ourselves, perhaps, it’s due to how many bad things we’d bore witness to for the time we’d been here already, or it may be, that we’d not want to become too vulnerable, too close to being hurt by someone else who’s a stranger, or someone we’d trusted in???