I need some space, I really need some space and time. I always need more space and time. There is no fun without lights in the dark.
All my life is what at the end? I truly try to understand. The matter of having money or not having is stressful. All the time market is developing inside us more one need. We are surrounded by a thousand of unnecessary needs. A thousand of ways for doing nothing, for being less than we are capable. They dont want that we get any logical thought, they want us so dependent of our own need, the beed generated by them. The need to feed them to give them money. As we lose so much time cycling around ourselves thinking we are satisfying our need we are still feeling empty, because the need is not genuine, its not our need! The more uncritical we become, less alive we are. So, dead people do not disturb alive.
Whatever is unbearable, I’ll stew my thoughts on words, sometimes they get published in here.
