Sitting meditating on the imprudence of life. So many years choosing to do the best. But at the same time feeling the passage of time. Dreams not achieved, mental fatigue. Seeking to achieve a dream but at the same time looking at the distance and recognize how far is that dream.
It will be stubbornness on my part, ignorance or self-denial. But I keep trying, maybe for rebellion, to find that world that really fills me, a place where I really feel part of it. Because that is life...never give up.
And even if there are days when my ships wrecks, there will be always a lifeguard, an exit or an opportunity to keep trying. Maybe a new dawn or a beautiful sunset that will recharge me again to take the next step...and keep trying.
