Trust

The feeling of freedom. The feeling of letting everyone do whatever they want. The feeling of making your own chocices, of failing, of falling and getting up. Imagine, for a moment, that you left your house for two days and, when you came back, no one asked you where have you been, what have you been doing or what were you thinking about. The only thing that actually mattered was that you were. You were still alive, and it was all because of you. That feeling that, unfortunately, doesn't exist.