On a walk · The same road

Dear reader, Today I thought about my choices. About our choices. The power to choose is perhaps one of the greatest powers we have. It lifts us, it lowers us, and it carries us exactly where we need to be, so that we can live the experiences that open new windows within us. I invite you, too, to look for a few moments at your choices. Not to judge them, nor to change them. Only to observe them. And while you observe them, smile. Perhaps, somewhere deep in your soul, you already know. You know why. WE CHOOSE We choose. We always choose. We choose the road, out of the need to express what does not yet have words. We choose. Always. We choose the state... the one that seems to come from another space, from where we do not know. We choose. Always. To change ourselves, as though we were not working. But what would it be like to choose the magic in every moment, joy instead of suffering, love instead of hate? It is the same road, seen from a new perspective. Each step does not carry you towards the destination. Each step is the destination itself. The magic. The breath is not the road through life, but the conscious choice to meet life in its imperfect form. The perfection of the moment between two breaths gives birth to the magic of choosing the next breath. It is never about me. But about us. About what we have in common, about that space which brings us together. The common met the magic in the moment the world became coloured, and the first moss settled upon the earth.