
How would you tell this story?
What is happening?
What will happen?
How does it end?
Life offers the tools, we do the narratives.

Life has funny ways to show us the way. Signs. Presences and absences. Dreams. It’s not the destination but the journey. It’s not what we see but what we feel. How we feel and perceive it. Not easy to choose, to decide, to trust the movement of life. Eyes shut, breathing, silencing the noisy mind and allowing the air to invade your skin, your pores and lungs. What is the elephant in your room? What does it mean to you? How to deal with it? Pure mystery and yet plenty of possibilities.
Even at 3:12 am I find it difficult to focus or to let go.
I am constantly forcing myself to fit in and doing what is right.
Maybe there is no right.
Maybe all my efforts to please everyone else but me were just the evidence of my inaptitude for life.
Maybe it’s time to accept that there is no sign of sanity on living, specially when trying to follow the crowd. Most of people out there are even more insane than I could ever be, even if I tried.
There’s no reason to wish for safety or sense. Choices are mere circumstances and not life statements.
Nothing lasts long enough in life to be worth all this sacrifice.
Life is such an ephemeral existence in time.
I don’t believe I will ever understand it all at all.