@Nico91 1 November 2022 more from that month

We forget. This is how we heal ourselves by forgetting wounds and tears, new loves, mornings and nights, the sun, flowers, hugs, rains, smiles, seasons clean our soul of mud... New events erase the old ones, only shadows remain in our souls - the shadow of pains, of happiness, the shadow of loves, the shadow of yesterday, of our falls and flights. New hopes, new beliefs are lost among the shadows, maybe just "forests that could be/and never will be" - as Blaga used to say. We are made of smoke and momentary magic. Nothing and everything in the hands of time without rest. Trace of energy with a momentary form, part of an infinite universal energy. "Nothing is lost, nothing is gained, everything is transformed." Logic of the illogical, searches, loneliness, emptiness, smiles, endless fights with others but especially with ourselves and ... wind. And it is not the pain or the happiness itself that is essential, but the way in which you rise or fall by living them, the serenity or the frown with which you receive what you are given to live. In our inner sky only we turn on or turn off the light, this is reflected in our eyes, in the serenity or hypocrisy of the smile, our face is rewritten according to our soul, we grow old serenely or soured by the times, we live intensely or we survive crawling through our own life. Regardless of the events experienced, I believe that we are artisans of our own interior. That is, we are what we are not according to experiences but according to how we choose to receive those experiences, according to what we let them make of us - hate or love, joy or fear of life, cowardice or power, beautiful or ugly of us. Because they all exist in our soul twinned in an endless duality, rainbow universe - it just depends what colors you choose to use in your own life!