Some poetry....
I love a poet from Chile called Pablo Neruda. His works are full of sensibility. So i though i could share a litlle bit of Neruda´s work with you guys...
´...I have learned something: that it is we ourselves who create the phantons of our own mythification. From the very mortar with which we create, or hope to create, are formed the obstacles to our own evolution. We may find ourselves irrevocably drawn toward reality and realism - that is - toward an unselective acceptance of reality and the roads to change - and then realize, when it seems to late, that we have raised such severe limitations that we have killed life instead of guiding it to growth and fruition...
...we have imposed on ourselves a realism heavier than our building bricks, without even having constructed the building we thought was our first responsability...¨
This all sounds like a reminder that the past and the future are just all imaginings in our head _ they don\'t actually exist anymore/yet. Only the present moment is actual reality. What do you think?