Sometimes I can't believe I'm alive and I don't know if when my life is over it will be over. I feel passion when fully feel how the water passes through my throat, I feel passion when fully think that I exist, and when screaming at the stars...
But fate seems to tell me that living with passion is not worth it, that it is better to play it safe, because money is so important, because mom says that no one wants to be a vagabond...
How can you close the door to passion once you are becoming aware, I mean, being true aware that perhaps for the only time in the very history of time your consciousness has one true desperate opportunity to be a inhabitant of the very nest of reality... how...
