What is life? What is happiness? What is success? Does any of this have to do with what I want? Does it have anything to do with the daily fights with storms I exchange blows with? Why do I feel that I live my life in moments as opposed to living it every day, day by day?

Sometimes, the skies seem open for a free flight…sometimes its like a cloudy day with no signs of a clear sky.

Motion…that seems endless. But there are times I feel trapped in a glass cage, sometimes I feel like I am underwater, other times I feel like I am in vacuum…or in zero gravity. Then there are times I feel like I am running…but I’m in slow motion…trying my best to run further away from what is chasing me…but it slowly catches up with me…and sinks its teeth into me. And yes, of course…there are times when I am falling…free falling…that’s the most wonderful feeling for me.

Does any of this make sense? Probably not. Is it supposed to? Probably not.

Restlessness, madness, deafening silence, non-stop noise, thoughts, feelings, emotions, activities. There is so much happening…but there is this streak of passion which makes me wanna burn in the experience of as much as I can…I have a calling in life…but I like the insanity that goes along with everything else in this world.

I know that one day I will be where I want to be. And that day, all my hard work and sacrifices will count…and make me prouder of them than I am today.

But up until that day, I have nothing to lose. And I fucking love that! Period!