The distances were opened. According to the speed, living, profound, this experience, perhaps fruitful, have been the representation of my inside out. Life with its unforeseen seems to amaze me. All our plans are superficial at life. We start Monday as if it were a small New Year’s Eve. When we are on Saturday, we plan the next business day. Are there useless days? Is there some space of time or inertia may have advantage? It is impossible to measure the possibilities of life. “It is in anguish that man gets the consciousness of his freedom”, as the French philosopher Sartre said. 

What matters the most — the durability of enjoyment or intensity? Day by day we fill the cocoon and we break it up. Wrapped in moss called ego that echoes the wings — maneuver not show we unable to be present at one time, now. Time does not accept us or do not we accept it? 

We are contemporary of a tomorrow and of yesterday, while the desire to be eternal pursues us. This statement can be confirmed because no one wants to grow old, wither… What is the age at which we wonder to be long enough? Each phase has its discontents. We are always far short of or behind. Here and there… there and here. Distances are opened. Arise and walk. Do not think too much! ♥ Just be happy! ♥