Despair when you hold us, it seems so easy to escape.
When a spark, just a
burst of energy, of benevolence or optimism could allow us to access to
happiness, your enveloping cloak that we know so well, is like reassuring arms facing
the unknown that is happiness.
This so familiar playground, which we easily find
the way and know all the processes, is like a hot room in which we have our marks
and allow consciously and conscientiously our soul to languish, as to be
better reborn from ashes of our own premeditated self-destruction.
It takes courage to extricate ourself from the depths of our sorrows and
nostalgic soul, not because it is hard or impossible, quite to the contrary,
but because we have to dare to realize that this despair is an illusory
creation of our mind, maintaining us in an unspoken voluntarily inertia.
It takes courage to dare to feel this incandescent and elusive vibration,
constantly renewed, without infinitely reproducible pattern
nor tangible or mechanical reality.
It takes courage to dare to take a step towards this unknown perspective
without ever knowing the outcome.
And yet if you only knew how easy it is ...A hint
of intention and trust is enough
to everything.
