What makes us who we are? Who is it that’s speaking? Why question it?
I’m not sure of who I am. Ever. Yet, I can think of many things that are undoubtedly true, about me, about the intentions within the exposed desire of a feeling, and action, a though, a move. I have some principles that move around and shape the bottom of my spirit, so it can embrace the narrow deep changes within my soul, to sustain the amount of load, a new thing, a new wind, a new perspecitve brings with its overwealming truth to the established me that just shifted.
You’ve got to spark your day to light it up. You’ve got to find what makes you tick and pursue that as an obsession worth restling into the mud. You get stuck, in the way there, once you are there, and after you’ve managed to get out. But something remains. Something new emerges. That’s the result from pursuing a spark. Light.
You have to take the feeling you are summerged in the dream that blurs your consciousness to a state of bliss, uncertain, shifty, and embrace the haze that fills the room towards the transit to the exit door into the day. The waking up of a desire to last, as much as the day will bring, with the attitute to pursue, to be, fully, at the expectancy of your own will to make it happen.
Hurry up. You are only here for some time. And time is ticking. Your foes move in. The space gets narrower. You only left with dim light far away pointing to the direction of your desire. Pursue the movement. Each step at a time. Slow pace beat sudden drastic moody flares of smoke and sidekicks. Focus on the essence to trascend. To be thyself. To be there, truly.
That’s as far as your own truth will take you. You’ll gather the sources of your readings and turn them into inspirational tributes. You build on top of what other put in your sight of vision, intimatelly and out in the open. The context of our lives is now at the center of global movement.
Headless dickheads will occupy the space and solidify the foolish times your generation is facing. They’ll be there no matter what, and so will those awaiting for something kinder to wash of the aftertaste of hate, fear and lonelyness. The sight of brand new air moving in, as we spell the breath of last fear holding us back. Alas, you are there, ready to succum.
No fear: it’s you. Deeply renewed. As you are. As you’ve become. As pure and fresh as your words define your journey. You are there, and we are here: reading.
The journey towards and end.
And at the end: ü. . . . . . . . .