this life of mine ... when does it end, really? What it does have a shape, color, smell, taste, indeed ... ? Things
makes sense if we give them respect. If we see in them a meaning. As chair that if I did not appoint a chair would have no meaning ... Sometimes, the meaning is obscured by multiple illusions. I am convinced that happened to us all to believe in something that we very much had happened or what I felt something that steam very well, and actually have a thing or phenomenon completely different meaning than we understood ...
Our life today is confusing. This is so because we do. Because we no longer believe in anything, except maybe in the absolute freedom to do and to be. No ties, no responsibilities, without purpose, without the "afterthoughts". In reality, no longer hindered as to be almost anything we want whenever we want, do what we feel like we want, whenever we want. That means it end?
When we are caught in the complicated network of rules and social obligations, which is actually the meaning of what we do and who we really?
We can live without that? We can be ourselves without the need to feel press a particular purpose? We can find ourselves in Every moment of freedom in an atmosphere more or less absolute? If you choose this, we believe in some rules that we respect and can still be free enough to choose our sense of life?
But what does my life if I do not know and I do not understand me? That's
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