Don't Let Life Be Heavy, You Must Start

Sometimes my eyes wander while traveling.

I ride my anchor horse to plains and fields that seem endless, yet have borders.

Even if I look for a tenth of a second, I see these beauties, I breathe in the fresh air deep inside me.

I love the maverick, wildness of my motorcycle.

The wildness that I have, that you have, that maybe most of us have.

I love it.

Whenever I have time, I like to go out to the plains and nature to search not my mind but nature itself.

I think traveling and sightseeing is good for many of us like me. In short periods of time, the places we visit are like a good hiding and hiding place for most of us, where we can find peace.

For me, it is an unnamed period of time, the good times I spend in distant lands during my travels. Those moments are a bundle of flavor that gives me vitality and light.

I like to sit on a place I may or may not have seen before, I don't care if it's dirt or stone, if it's cloudy I like to look at the clouds, if it's clear I like to look at the blue sky.

As I stare into the void, I daydream and watch what I see to my heart's content.

I watch the birds fly, the clouds dance, and I always look at the neglected grasses around the stone where I sit casually.

I notice the little purple and yellow flowers emerging from among them, the eucalyptus trees a little further away, and I smile, enjoying them, inhaling their fragrance.

At that moment, the words we speak in our daily lives, the truths we believe in, lose their importance for a short while.

When I am alone with nature, perhaps I confront my sense of loneliness, which I could not even admit to myself before, which sometimes protects me and sometimes hurts me a little, with the taste of black pepper.

Every return is difficult for me, I always leave something behind in the places I return to.

Sometimes I remember before the night is over, the fears and worries I face with myself. Maybe all this is because I dream of a person I want to love us without leaving any gaps.

I have often thought about it, in the evening, when I look out of the window of my house. How many people do we share the same feelings with in the houses I see across the street, in the houses I can't see beyond that?

Can people really find someone who can love them without leaving any gaps?

These are the thoughts that go through my mind in the red of the afternoon, and I think they go through yours too.

I can feel it.

I know you're as tired as I am.

You might need a second chance.

But you are so scared.

You want another chance for the dreams you couldn't fulfill, for the dreams you want to fulfill, for love, for love.

To love again.

I'll say, "Did we want a second chance so badly?"

I've given up.

Not enough. We didn't want it that much, we gave it away, just like all the other things we gave away.

There are unspecified periods of time in your heart. Yours and mine.

Sometimes I lose sight of them when I'm traveling.

To plains and fields that seem endless, yet have borders. Even if I look for a tenth of a second, I see it at that moment.

That peculiar maverick, wildness. What I have, what you have, maybe what most of us have.

Tomorrow is a new day, you have to get up early to start.

You need to smell its freshness, say hello to life again.

Start, start everything or nothing, but start.

Don't let it stay with you.

Don't let life be heavy.

Stay with respectful love...