My cleavage moment

For a moment here I thought I had lost the plot, but my constant attachment to have everything under control, reassured me into the line of my script.
I am a bit tired of knowing so well what I want.
London has showed me the fugacity of things, the possibility of new beginnings and the cruelty and hope that lies under every loss.
London is a sum of the days that you spend looking for yourself in a city where everybody is lost, where every casted away soul comes to shore in the floating island of moody moons looking for shelter.
I am here, surrounded by all the Celtic trees and I dream of home, finding that the home I love is not a place but a past, an idea, a meaning that some earth and flesh brought to life in the very same moment that I took my first breath.
I miss it sometimes, probably today more than ever, as I know my compass is looking for a new rhythm for my feet to dance.
I miss my friends, our hours of laughter in the dock from where once we dreamt to sail away. I always found curious that to be at home had the gift of wanting to be somewhere else, and to be somewhere else the curse of wanting to be at home. It's the never ending story; the quest for happiness which, of course, is just the conquest of few truly meaningful moments out of years of existence. But following your heart in such a quest...Is the thrill of a life time, worthy more than all the gold in the world. We all find that in the most mysterious ways...As Bono would say.
I miss the mystery that the future used to have and the fearless attitude that I had towards it.
Growing older it's difficult because not everything changes as the same speed as we do. Somethings remain the same, defying our walk in time. But there is something positive about collecting years and that is the acquisition of perspective to assimilate the mistakes and learn from the few good movements obtained in this game called life.
For me this might be one of them. My cleavage moment as two opposite sectors are coming together in the major benefit of the all.
Since I did not have the chance to have a good look knowing that it would be the last one, I just remember from heart how it used to be that expression of security in your eyes...and that's all I want to take to keep on the journey. Saving that, nothing else matters.