03/12/2025
I wanted to run away from home.
That one time, I left the house with the intention of never coming back.
But this post won’t be about the troubles at home. The truth is, I don’t remember what made me want to do it. Honestly, I don’t.
This post is about something entirely different.
About why I came back.
No one knows this story. I’m telling it for the first time.
So one day, convinced that I was unhappy and no longer wanted to be at home, I took a backpack and walked out. First I went down the steep stairs leading from the house, then along the long path by the garden to reach the gate. And when I got there, I heard… whimpering.
It was my dog, Aris. A Saint Bernard.
A beautiful, big, beige-and-brown dog. A family companion.
Aris had never whimpered like that. Never.
Deep down I felt that he knew my intention. That he understood what I was feeling, and that he was feeling it with me. Some kind of special bond, a connection that still surprises me to this day.
I felt that his whimpering was stopping me.
As if he was letting me know that what I intended to do wasn’t the right solution.
And I stopped there by the gate, even though I was already on the other side of it. First, from a distance, I started talking to him. Or maybe I was talking to myself?
We exchanged a few sentences, and I felt his answers almost intuitively.
I couldn’t walk away. It truly stopped me.
And I came back.
To this day I don’t know whether I was really able to hear his voice and intentions. Or whether it was simply some kind of imagined inner dialogue happening within me. Or maybe some Guardian Angel? An ancestor?
I believe that Aris felt my intention. And I believe that he made me come back.
What would have happened if I had gone?
What would have happened in the best scenario?
And what in the worst?
So many people have different gifts—some talk to animals. Others to trees, rivers, and oceans. Others see more than the human eye can see. Colors, auras, beings. Some have deep insights, and others simply know.
You may think you don’t have any gifts.
You may think you don’t have any gifts and at the same time you may remember some unusual, exceptional situation - like mine.
You may already know that you have a gift and be afraid of it. Avoid it.
You may have a gift and only be discovering it.
You may have a gift and already be using it fully.
Wherever you are, you can ask yourself:
What does this story evoke in me?
What does it want to remind me of?
What is it inviting me to?