Is it possible to remain unmasked and at the same time accompanied? Is it possible to contemplate sunrises and sunsets at the same precise moment?
One you decided to board your boat, the destination is already set... and you, deep inside, know it... because there is certainty in the way the ray of light cleans the fictitious darkness... the same way, there is acknowledgment in the route to where we all are going... every passing second... every precious dawn...
Yes! It is just a gigantic heartbreaking parade... where implicitly everybody surrendered upon... that is the material you are made... that's the only baggage... your biggest realization...
And that's the reason why you will never fit... you will never be a part of it... that's the explanation... you understood the beauty of it... the majestic necessary isolation among the multitude...
No chances to give up... Is it even possible when you owe your own breath to your beloved ones? How did they do it? How?
Blindness... perpetual wanted ignorance... when all the amazing things generated in the bottom of your soul, remain forever... they are herd... cared... admired... helped... in loud silence... in perfect harmony...
Different worlds... the apparent and the real... most chained and caged... wingless and made just a simple accident in the glorious successions of being selected... selected to blossom, to discover, to flow, to love, to live not just to exist...
The worst of it is that they do know... and they just walk dead... eat dead... pretend dead... make excuses dead... exist dead... they are just the dead... "You are alive when you are living"
Life tests us all the time... is it not beautiful? And it tests us because this is the most amazing and extraordinary of all the event that might occur: life. You took it for granted, did not you?
The seed of you greatness is in the way you express and conduct yourself... is in the projected image from the relation between you and the world... let yourself be worthy... let yourself go to the stars... let yourself be what you are...
Patience, pilgrim... the decor is just that, fakeness. It is your path... you are on your way... you are flying... making so many much better... your grace is dying of hope the echoes of found destinies...
Patience, brother... time is just the illusion... what you are becoming is timeless... while readiness nears you... while the deceitful truths are just barred forever...
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