LIFE EXIST FOR THIS MOMENT.
Dancing has no intent on getting somewhere. Dancing is feeling the current moment. I need to dance more.
Life shouldn’t be like this . What should it be like? Still working on expectations and why I am so prone to wants.
Eating sorrow, pooping joy. I loved, still love, the idea to unicorns. Why? Some part of me wants that make believe world of a five year old to come true. Circling back to expecations and how to manage.
Where I spend my days, becomes my life. How easy is it to let another week go by telling myself next week…
Z to Infinity 