Be here now

Why do we try to fit in so much

Our carefully polished imagines are the ones who keep us searching for motivation to „grow“ and „live“.

Where is the acceptance of imperfection?

Where is the nature of conception

Why do we keep looking for answers when they are right in front of us

Tell, me, heart, how high are your expectations, do you even see yourself?

Tell me, love, do you notice the roots of your frustration right under your feet?

Bad news, you get disappointed, again, because of fear to be brave one more and hopefully last time

They do bite, but not the way you think they will

They will not reject you, and if they do, it’s better for both of you two, trust me.

I don’t acknowledge that you still not regard as true that life in itself is a learning journey

And the YinYang constantly works

Bad and good are sempiternally in fusion

You may think you are in a second-rate place right now because of your missing motivation to seek anything or any forgotten child dream which is still reclaiming your attention

But one day you will want to have all the time back you have right now just to overthink

One day you will not ask yourself what is the sense of life because your overlapped days will not let you be able to focus on anything else but to keep things in a weird balance.

One day you will understand, nothing really matters that much

So why don’t we try to start living, caring less, feeling more, being present and not letting opportunities pass by like the indiscreet bus which did not want to wait for you on purpose

It’s not the fault of the bus driver

But only your fear of healing wounds that don't exist, the ones you created intentionally.