We crave people being around us,we crave recognition..We are souls that never offer something for free.Actually,we are not even souls at all.What we are is substance and brain blends ,soaked into a pool of insecurity and voracity...Greed....Our psys roam like those fabled heroes,those legendary figures.Ghosts surrendering to madness and vanity every single minute of their busy lives.Atoms of the molecules which turn from molecules to atoms now and then,when confused or trapped between reality and dream.We tend,we like to believe that someday we are going to be rewarded for having made this vain circle of ours around our own bodies.We want to be rewarded for it.We demand to be rewarded.Taking for granted that this vast existence of power above us,it always assures our success...approves our motives....praises our actions.
Truth is,yesterday night,i almost hit a fox while driving through the woods.When i got out of the car to see if i had hurt it ,it was already gone.And that ,for some unknown reason ,it gave me the bloody chills.
I felt like i didn't have a clue of the real world.Not talking about the world of human beings and expensive cars.I mean the world of water,wind,earth,fire.The world whose progress doesn't go round thanks to a circle.That world is the circle itself.
