Stifled by Sadness
Trying to start this and I froze for a second asking myself what did I do this week? I think this is not a good leitmotif to share with others so basically, I will just have to talk about an idea.
It is about opportunities and life. People say that the hurt you surpass in your life and the relationships that take part in it determines what you become, but why such baggage? This heaviness that we take with us along the way? It makes us become someone else and we stop recognizing ourselves, we stop believing in the possibilities of things, and we start to run after certainties that sometimes have no taste. We choose to box ourselves in our needs and obsessions, we became slaves.
They say we are born free but we are not we are bound by so many things that we became that, slaves of our income, our work, our age and we no longer become I. I miss enjoying ridiculous things like laughing for no apparent reason, I miss enjoying being alone with my imagination creating a world that one day will be mine. I miss seeing myself beautiful, making my hair go crazy with the wind, dance as if no one is watching, or living a moment in a movie and think one day this moment will be mine.
If only I can be taken back to the good old days, no tv but plays and parties, the days where you have to discover the world by touching, smelling, seeing and it will be your world no boundaries, imagination is the limit, passion is your basis to do something, and where a touch of hands will be all you need to know when someone loves you back.
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