Passamos pela vida esbarrando uns nos outros sempre no piloto automático, como formigas, não sendo solicitados a fazer nada de verdadeiramente humano. Pare, siga, ande aqui, dirija ali. Ações voltadas apenas à sobrevivência. Quero momentos humanos verdadeiros. Quero ver e quero ser visto. Não quero ser uma formiga, entende?
No pensador.ai desde
The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving.
This is like my little window to the world, and every minute, it's a different show. Now, I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I'll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along.
we should never simply write ourselves off...and see ourselves as the victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.
It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the mo…
It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.