The thin line that divides reality and dream
 

Constantly jumping from one side to the other; I can't remember where am I anymore, neither where do I belong.

To the land where things will pass, in a minute, a day, a month, a decade,...
Where there's nothing else but what I feel,
what I think,
what I see,
and See.

To the place where there's a constant reminder saying "The challenge is there. Take it. Test yourself out. Make something. Do something. Act. Live."
Where you're used to wake up in the same body,
with the same routine,
in the same place,
with the same tasks.

To where the beauty remains somewhere hidden in the darkness, awaiting to be discovered.
Where I can fill my being with the most precious treasures:
Love,
Hope,
Truth.

To the space where my heart is.
Where my loved ones are.

To the place where I suffer the constant balance of pleasure and suffering,
where I can prove myself still strong enough to remain until the end.

I am in the border of a million imaginary and real lands.

Perhaps, one of the few certainties I may have, is that I exist.

And I am playing this game called life.

That was beautiful.

Oel ngati kameie...

Very, very well beautifully Zenit. As always.

Oel ngati kameie tsmukan. Truly.

very beautiful Zenit :). You are very thoughtful and it shows with every post. Keep it up!

Thanks people, you know I have always my heart full open to this community, precisely because there are people like you that know what I mean and how I feel in every moment.

Thanks to you. Thanks a million.