Kalte Gedanken
- LECTURAS 57
- Votos 9
- Partes 5
Immer diese Gedanken, diese Angst und diese Panik. Können wir sie jemals los werden? Die Angst vor der Zukunft vor dem was passieren wird? Müssen wir dafür vielleicht die Vergangenheit los werden? Denn würde es ohne Vergangenheit die Angst vor der Zukunft überhaupt geben? Ebenso die Panik? Die Vergangenheit macht uns zu dem was wir heute sind. Daran können wir nichts ändern, aber wir können etwas daran ändern wie unsere Zukunft aussieht.
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