Arthorn

About me people say a lot...and so about you as well...always has been so!!!...”Who I am?”...I think is a universal question for those who even look themselves and do not claim to have discovered themselves. Who I am?...sometimes I wonder that myself. I haven't found the answer yet. I'm somewhere, always at the middle in everything. And when I bow to something, I go to the extreme, up to heights. Life seems to be a becoming and the becoming a spiral that you can deep increasingly and essentially. Coming down you find yourself; climbing, understanding the meaning of your life. Each of us has an unrepeatable and unmistakable aroma. I am I think, the greatest gift and at the same time the greatest responsibility. Everything that is beautiful or ugly in me came from somewhere above. All I own in my life is just my heart, nothing more. If it would be only one sentence to define me, that would be: Love and do what you really feel!!!. Love seems to be the only law that cannot be violated, regardless of circumstances. All that I am now I owe to those who have hurt me in a form or another. They challenged me...whenever they tried to pull me down, for me was also a step climb. The imperfection of the world do not despair me, on the contrary, I do more to believe in perfection. And every slap through her suffering, makes my heart more alive and worthy. Man to fulfill himself, needs only a ladder anchored in the world and hanging from the sky. If I would be asked, witch is the biggest flaw of mine, I would answer, honesty. If I would be asked , witch is my biggest quality, I would answer, nothingness. I am nothing and still, I represent everything!..My only criterion of justice is the human heart! Many do not understand me, because I don't make any effort in that sense. Some people are judge me harshly and impute me false defects which are themselves suffering...Where is the truth?...only consciousness can decide for everyone of us! Truth is what lasts, when we ceased to exist; and how many of us live in-and with the mind, more often, the truth in our hearts will always stay hidden.
If it was up to me, I would do in such way that, there were more hours in a night, the shadows would converge when the clock struck twenty-five, the well outside would be an eye that stares itself blind at the moon and when I can't wish for more I'll let you dream instead of me.