Due to our fleeing existence,
the concept of belonging seems so vain...
Like sand running through our fingers,
everything in this life is an ephemeral illusion.
Such mass effort to survive and thrive.
Can you see we're not going anywhere?
The Universe doesn't need us.
It will end just like it started.
Utter Nothingness.
I had long talks with thousands of people. Shared charming moments
with some of them.
Consulted psychologists. Brainstormed with life coaches. Watched Shamans prescribe their cosmical advice. I travelled halfway across our Planet. Breathed amazing landscapes, ingested different cultures, hugged strangers like they were another myself. I lived astonishing coincidences that made me believe in a higher force. Sometimes felt realization using my brain. Others, using my body. The strength of narcissism, the beauty of selfness. For a minute there I felt true love and like there was something bigger feeding on it, that the rotation of the Universe depended on it.
I'm grateful for such a blessed existence.
I have no idea what is expected from Us or what's the point of all of this.
My experiences somehow collide with my vision,
I'm drawn by intensity. I want more action, more knowledge.
I keep being remembered to not want so much.
To learn to let go, to let it flow,
to just Be.
