The Wind on the Bridge
(Thinking for Yourself & Internal Wisdom)
The late-autumn wind rushed across the wooden bridge near our neighborhood, carrying the smell of leaves and cold air. Vivian walked beside me, her steps heavy, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets.
She didn't say anything at first. She just kicked a little pebble and watched it bounce away.
"Something happened today?" I asked gently.
She nodded without looking up. "Everyone told me different things. My friends said I should do one thing. My teacher said something else. And… you told me something last night too."
Her voice wavered.
"I tried to do what everyone said, but…" Her eyes glistened. "I feel like I did everything wrong."
