Fly. Your life awaits.

Hold’em tight.

Fly. Your life awaits.

I don’t believe in chance or coincidence. I believe in science.

But not only, I thought. As the world. And my very own became more and more complex.

I dived into rationality. Delving right through. Misguided. And I had failed because I believed in something.

Not everything. Not in it all. In only a tiny fraction. And yet I hoped for coping. And I believed in ease.

Eventually. I realized. That me. We. Human beings. Were trained to lose our ability to see the unexpected. We’ve lost the ability to trust. The ability to believe in energies. The flow and the motion of the untouchables. The inexplicable.

And then I paused.

Life. Time. Movement. Science. Spheres. And realms. I closed my eyes. My hands are up against the wind. My palms facing the skies. And then I opened it again. This rusty door. For things. For life. For nature. For it all to strive. And come to me. They always will. Apparently. But remarkably. As you try not to shut down. As long as you do.

And feel. Just feel. Please feel. Be free. And dare to reveal.

For your freedom awaits. As your freedom starts. Where you dare to walk. Dare to jump. When you dare to act. And simply dare to see. And question. Freedom also starts when you dare to fail. Dare to sense. Dare to believe. Hence. I’ve learned it all. I’ve learned life. I’ve learned to sense. As I’ve learned. Just learned. Hard. But profound. And at the end. Nothing had mattered. But me. The purpose. Just simply my sight. And my soul's endearing light.

This very interesting piece about communication and active listening by Rick Allen

How art manifests in your daytime. And spills out when it's ready. Regardless the time itself. Dr. Gabriella Korosi

And last but not least I came across this lovely piece by Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles