When you don't have an idea, when you stop to think for a brief moment of time but you find it blank, when you wan to make something and call for ideas to arrive at some time; they let down on you, when you find yourself lost inside a deep black surface, the surface is bitter even bitter then you can possibly imagine, when you call for change and connect to the sky for prayers, when you find running and meditation is the escape, when you see the moon's energy charging you, pushing you, when you see the entire world moving forward and you find yourself stuck, stuck in a زمكان ... that's where you know its time to move. Where ! !!
I find myself each day dehumanising in its sociological meaning, i find myself missing somethings in life that i can only day dream of, my mind is no longer performing, analysing, creating, argumenting in the social science of life. Now that i'm stepping back to see my life from an universal angle, facing a river after a long ime in a dark quite night in the middle of nowhere, in a full moon day, i can see how many details i've missed and howmuch life used to make more sense just some couple years back.
Now, wine and calling friends to break the rules and the walls, temporary brain wash to all the built up images that we capture every single day, the false perception that we think that its ours, the desicions that we think we've made from our own desire, the path that we choose to follow, questionning ourselves everyday : what would make me feel bad ? is it worth saying no for ?
The purpose is to find your own purpose, for you and only you and no one else but you.
What made me write this :