Letter to my mentor

It was a dark day, it was a cold day
We were sitting in that old building, in a small apartment, the air smelling of moth balls
I was searching; you have done your search
I was young; you were at the end of your journey
Questions, comments, discussions, opinions, advice… I had it all
Not from you
You told me to search my soul
You told me to look outside
You told me to listen to my heart
You told me to tell everyone to shut-up
You told me to decide
and continue searching
I did
You are gone
I am here, still here, still searching, but happy with what I found so far
I can sit in an old building, in a small apartment and
I hope I will tell someone else to continue searching…