So many people talk the talk, but how many of us walk the walk?
Lately I`ve been thinking how a man can change every minute. Either because he wants to, or because of the world around him, the circumstances. So many times I wanted to stay the same, follow my path, do what I felt the most passionate about. And I did it. I did just about anything to get myself up there. But so many distractions on the way knocked me out of the track. Seems like I just cannot stop to party. It`s like an addiction. I know it`s just killing me, the lifestyle I want to have, and I can have, with the lifestyle that somehow keeps invading my life, like a virus, but with morphine so I don`t feel the pain but happiness. Love is the most powerful and destructible of all. It comes to our lives and changes everything, makes us feel OK no matter what, then when it`s gone comes the fire, pain, the agony... And it`s never lesson learned. Love happens. The real challenge is how you pick yourself up after the fall. Will you manage to not to waste your life, your talents, your passion? I`m trying my best, always seemed to be the strongest, yet now I feel alone, in the room full of people, screaming under the water, loosing air. Where`s my surface? Where`s the shore? I keep looking for one, but maybe it`s not what I am suppose to look for? Maybe I don`t need the shore? Maybe this ocean will convince me to trust it, so I don`t drown.
