“Forget about life for a while…” – these were the most beautiful words that I have read, on a street in Germany. There are many times when we let life govern us, succumbing into its greatness and abysses, colours and greyness, complexity and simplicity, and hours/days, when we forget about life for a while.
Life means
struggle and memories. And traumas, and finding oneself, reinventing oneself,
and moving on. Of being aware that you are not the only one who suffers, of learning how to survive, and live, with those deep wounds, and not letting them reflect on the way you treat people, of not repeating ancient stories. Because
I really believe when you really give up on yourself, and your dreams, indeed
you are old and lost. Life is fever and thirst.
Life sometimes means avalanches – of events, of painful memories, of things that you simply can’t control. Right now, this is what Life means to me, of moving on, of keeping my sanity in all this insane world. And as it rarely happens, there are those moments when you forget all about life, and paradoxically, in those moments you return to yourself, to a part of what Life could mean, and find energy for its avalanches and the unavoidable.
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