world's lonely village

We live millions of different lifes everyday, packed in little silver disks or just about any other format one might think. We get to know the entire world. We share other people's adventures, trips, sorrows and happiness safely at a screen away. We use screenwriters’ emotions to live borrowed lifes, because sometimes ours is just too hard.

We hang on to promises of bright futures, happiness, riches, to sustain our own reality. We brag about our dreams, detailing them on every single aspect they could have. Saying how wonderful everything is going to be: perfect.

We get ready for them.

Heart and soul focused on getting the maps, skills and tools to make our dreams come true. As we progress, we keep on daydreaming, putting more colours into the dreams: "I'll be president", "I'll be famous", "I'll have 4 kids", "my wife will be a writer"... but we shut down whoever seems to be away from those dreams and ignore their costs.

Dreams shouldn’t be postponed, but also shouldn’t life. The beauty of every path lies in the path itself and not on the final destination.

There’s no point on keep on preparing a trip, if it’s not to be travelled.
There’s no point on ignoring the path or trying to sprint it, if crossing it is what makes you grow and be happy.
There’s no point on being cautious, if it prevents you from living.
There’s no point in taking a hard set route and goals, if you have no clue on what to expect on the other side.
There’s no point on being proud, if it prevents you from seeing your way.
There’s no point on being lonely, when it is only with love that you find happiness.

It is time to leave other peoples’ fantasies, look at everything as new, start travelling and just enjoy the journey.