Rachel & Lydia Banks - The Dreamer and the Guardian AngelLife is like a train, moving on a two ways railroad. You can choose to look in either direction. Forth or back.So, tell me little sister, which way are you looking at right now ?I know you.I know you well.So let me guess. Let me be you for a moment, as we use to play all the time. Let me share your thoughts."Which way am I looking at?My past, with all those people standing on the pier at the train station, watching me leave their life faster and faster by the second, without a word nor a sign?Might it be my future, growing faster and faster by the second, with so many strangers waiting for me, on the pier at the train station, without even knowing it yet?Or am I just looking in front of me, watching my life racing so fast in front of my eyes that I can't really catch it, not even for a moment, but being pleasantly made drunk by the unending caress of the wind on my face?Which one is it?"None, I guess.Not you, little sister.You're not looking back, forth, nor in front of you.You just closed your eyes, didn’t you, to look deep into yourself.And in a few seconds, you'll open them wide, looking directly at the sky.Anchoring yourself on the only solid ground you know, before diving into the ocean of possibilities that calls you incessantly.Knowing that I'll watch your back, no matter what happens.As I said.I know you.I know you well.We used to dream together in mum's belly, remember? You just never stopped.
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Rachel & Lydia Banks - The Dreamer and the Guardian AngelLife is like a train, moving on a two ways railroad. You can choose to look in either direction. Forth or back.So, tell me little sister, which way are you looking at right now ?I know you.I know you well.So let me guess. Let me be you for a moment, as we use to play all the time. Let me share your thoughts."Which way am I looking at?My past, with all those people standing on the pier at the train station, watching me leave their life faster and faster by the second, without a word nor a sign?Might it be my future, growing faster and faster by the second, with so many strangers waiting for me, on the pier at the train station, without even knowing it yet?Or am I just looking in front of me, watching my life racing so fast in front of my eyes that I can't really catch it, not even for a moment, but being pleasantly made drunk by the unending caress of the wind on my face?Which one is it?"None, I guess.Not you, little sister.You're not looking back, forth, nor in front of you.You just closed your eyes, didn’t you, to look deep into yourself.And in a few seconds, you'll open them wide, looking directly at the sky.Anchoring yourself on the only solid ground you know, before diving into the ocean of possibilities that calls you incessantly.Knowing that I'll watch your back, no matter what happens.As I said.I know you.I know you well.We used to dream together in mum's belly, remember? You just never stopped.
