Dear Mr Doubt,
You know what?
I am not going to listen to you anymore.
I mean I will say "hi" to you because you are like an old friend now, but then I will let you go.
I know that your attentions were good,
that you just wanted to protect me from suffering.
But at the end you cut me from any creativity, life force and faith.
Today my faith is big and maybe big enough to welcome you, smile at you and move on.
You are like the fog, making me forget how blue the sky can be, how sweet life can be.
My inner light was too weak to burn you and wherever I was going there was fog.
But today my sun is shinning and as soon as you touch it you get happily dissolved.
And this sun is the light of faith.
It was a great pleasure to meet you Mr. Doubt but our time is over.
Om Shanti.
