I can hardly put my thoughts in order. All I know is that I want to write. It’s extremely simple: I’ve made this promise to myself not so long ago, that I won’t live without the things I love. Without doing what inspires me, what moves my heart, what I’ve always longed for… without knowing. Without being aware of it.
I can’t stop falling in love with what is genuine. With what is authentic. With what breaks the norms, or call them frames – and frees the spirit. I love seeing people becoming alive through their passions. It’s almost irresistible, the spell they put on you. I’m searching for that sparkle only a rekindled spirit has. It’s not worth living, if you’re not alive.
Don’t give up on you. Don’t give up on the child inside you. Walk, as if you’re taking your first steps. Sense the cold air, as if it were your first winter. Look up, as if it were for the first time you’ve raised your eyes to the sky. And listen.