Most of us, throughout this experience called a life, encounter beautiful people and people that are stubborn to keep their eyes closed to what the "humanity" term should express. Today, my choice of debate goes towards the second cathegory, which hurts the first, on purpose.
The other day, on my way home from work, I took a short break into a small shop. Handmade stuff, beautiful things... But I was looking for a backpack, as the other one had its straps broken (I admit, I load backpacks like no one else!).
While I keep myself anchored in the now, I prepare myself to let them go. As soon as they're ready. But this is another aspect. How do we know when they are ready?
But in the end, when the moment comes, is it that we take anything with us?
Today I choose to write about my kids. About how my time is never enough for them. And about how we need to be apart from time to time...
"When your mind is at peace, things will start falling into place."