Once, as I was a little younger, a while ago, I enjoyed the simple pleasures and simple feelings of being unexperienced. At that point everything seemed so uncomplicated and settled. Maybe at first I thought that Life was so simple and that any direction I move would be the same as the other. Yes, music, art, writing, movement made a difference in how I saw and lead life, yet I was reluctant to embrace the simpleness of thought and just letting go and of the sensens that moved me forward. Letting them take control of my being. Doubt? Was I wrong? Am I wrong? Hmmm. I do know what I've got and I also know what I know. I focus the true value in what I learn, may it be objective or subjective. I learn to use what I know. Does the question remain..? Is it a game? Who inspires me? or whom do I inspire? I have a soft and slow rhythm building larger inside of me, and at the moment it cannot lie that I, at least, inspire myself to move to something higher.


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