still, my fire is not there
I enjoy working with people, helping others. You can learn so much from them, gather good ideas, discover new stories, and live through their emotions. I love watching how they come together, discussing life's moments, and you can just be part of this beautiful chaos, like listening to an engaging podcast. The company of pleasant people warms the soul.
Each person in such a group carries their own little dream, some kind of hope. Someone aspires to launch a successful project at work, get a promotion, become a good team leader. Together, they create a warm aura that attracts others and brings comfort. But each time I join new collectives and teams, I notice how my own dreams get lost among their shared aspirations. Gradually, they fade away, dissolving in the bright light of others.
Many find comfort in such warm conditions, but something inside tells me this isn't my path. I'm just another wanderer who came to warm himself by their common fire for a while.