Years go by year after year, we don't feel them much while we embrace our dreams and have feelings of existential joy, so we fly through life, we see nothing but what is beautiful.. About those losses... A friend goes, another comes... We lose a chapter in the novel of a lifetime, and we win other chapters because the novel still draws us to live it eagerly for the following.. As we grow up a year.
We differ a lot, we become unable to deal with everything around us, as we used to see love as different, we see it with touches of interest in the ability of the other to contain... We need those we love to be a friend before it is a lover. Cruelty, but we are well aware that our hearts have also become cruel. We pass in front of them, not caring about the size of what happened to them, so we move on, not paying much attention to things that will also become behind us.
As we grow up a year, we store our experiences as our breath. We do not have the right to forget and the ability to ignore all the accumulations that days and years have sown upon us.. We see those around us without masks.. Who assassinated our ability to forgive and purify our hearts from all their pain?
As the years pass us by, we get nostalgic for days we know very well that they will not return..not only to them but also to us. Life narrows us down and we start looking for a new eagerness for hearts that do not know us well. Likewise.. the more years we grow we lose the ability to search for justifications for the mistakes of others in order to preserve their presence in our souls, for abandoning us hurts us... and losing the feeling of their presence takes us to other places to search for ourselves.. the more years pass us we lose parts of our existence.
We yearn to light other candles in our days, and we do not get too close to them so that their extinguishment would not hurt us.. and we realize that everything that hurt us in those years was because we forgot to live for us. Ourselves to discover that we are still searching for ourselves as the years pass us by.. the more the years pass us, the feelings of alienation grow in us, and we realize that every year that has passed we cannot recover everything that was in it.. but we no longer have the ability to transcend our experiences and choices.. but we are still We are able to light candles that may light us for the rest of the years without leaving them the freedom to extinguish us.
So it becomes a light for us that penetrates through its darkness... It will not last because we are the ones who extinguish it.. As the years pass by us... We stop a lot in front of every bird that chooses to land on our window every morning and then returns to fly again.. And it returns the next day to the same place. ...what brings him back...? Perhaps because we did not help him return.. and we did not put a cage for him to live in, but all he needs is moments of reassurance that he suffices with.. and we only watch him return to his world.. so who led him to that place over and over again...?
