When you grow older you don't grow harder, you just learn to bury things deeper. What you are is still the same, even if you put layers of lies on it. Pain is real and have to be dealt with. Sooner or later. Sometimes we just have to grab what we have and say "fuck it". No more status quo, no more safety, just full throttle ahead. No time to think. Just like in the old days, when every single emotion was like the end of of the world, just like when epiphanies were our daily bread, in a brand new world opening in front of your eyes. Every single day was an eruption of brand new concepts and ideas alike. Everything was boundless and nothing was unreachable.
I recall the wind from the sea bringing me to tears without reason, just because. A smile I saw made my day in a world where I had to give up all that I was for a greater good. And the music. An escape to a Matrix I didn't belong to, a saviour I didn't adore, a moment I was just myself in the middle of the crazy present we call reality. We all have those triggers in us, those little human things that make us more one with whom we really are. Looking no more for what we are supposed to be or do, tonight was one of those nights when tears overcome fear and become freedom providers for a soul which never was captive.
