New faces
New thoughts
New feelings
New fears
New places
New streets
New habbits
New stories
New worries
New scars
New doubts
New sky above my head
Same old me... Sub me...
When everything around you changes you have two choices. Change along or hold on to the past. But what happens when you are the one who forces the change? What happens if you decide that time has come for the change that you, so eagerly, anticipated?
You close your eyes, take a deep breath and jump. No guarantee that there is a safety net to catch you. A risk. A great risk. No guarantee that others will follow. No guarantee that you will land where you expected to land. A thrill. A great thrill. A flavour of the unknown, the uncertain, the mysterious.
Others? What about them?
Either they will understand or not.
Either they will follow or not.
What difference does it make?
You don't change for the others.
No.
It's more than this.
It's a change within you, for you, because of you, for the sake of you.
It's yours.
A flavour of the unknown, the uncertain, the mysterious. And what a flavour it is. Guarantees are for the banks. They were never meant to extend their field of action to life. Is there anything more boring and arid than living in abslolute certainty and security? Not that I believe that this is possible, but still... If it were, would you really choose to lead a life like this? I know, I wouldn't. Risks are necessary. They remind us of our nature. We can't control everything. We have to risk if we want to move on. We might not always come out as winners. We might get screwed. We might fall. We might lose it all. But then again, we might not. It is this uncertainty of the outcome that makes the risk invaluable.
The trick is to be able to change without fear that you will lose yourself in the process. The point is to change, trying to bring reallity closer to who you really are. Illusions and dreams and fantasies (sexual and otherwise) can make a handy guide sometimes. They show us what we want but we are too afraid to admit. Even to ourselves. The truth is that some of them are not meant to be materialized. Ever. But there is nothing wrong with that. Because, actually, some of them, we don't really want to see being materialized. They exist to live inside and inside only. Because there is a necessity and an overwhelming charm in having a small reallity inside you. It is a different kind of reallity, but still a reallity. You know you can always hide there. That no one will find you if you don't want to be found. There are other illusions and dreams and fantasies, though, that we anticipate to see come true. We don't always know that. We are often afraid of them. Terrified that they might escape from our little reallity within, and make their way to the reallity outside. But deep down we pray that they will. It is ironic, I know. But think about it. This is why we are afraid to be the ones who force the change. We want it, because we want to see our dreams and fantasies come true, but we don't want to carry the burden of the deliberate decision. We prefer to be granted with the extenuatory that we did what we had to do. That we were made, forced. We avoid to take the responsibility that comes with the free and conscious choice.
But in the end, one way or another, we seek change. Either because we want to go forward or because we don't want to stay behind. It doesn't really matter how we justify it. We want it and that's that.
Is it gonna be a good change?
Is it gonna be a bad change?
Let it be whatever it will be...
There is always room for another change tomorrow.
How will we ever know if we don't try?
How will we ever know what success is like, if we don't taste failure every once in a while? If nothing else, just to be able to tell the difference.
Sometimes we need to walk through dark corridors to make it to the birght, beautiful room...
You close your eyes, take a deep breath and jump. No guarantee that there is a safety net to catch you. A risk. A great risk. No guarantee that others will follow. No guarantee that you will land where you expected to land. A thrill. A great thrill. A flavour of the unknown, the uncertain, the mysterious.
Others? What about them?
Either they will understand or not.
Either they will follow or not.
What difference does it make?
You don't change for the others.
No.
It's more than this.
It's a change within you, for you, because of you, for the sake of you.
It's yours.
A flavour of the unknown, the uncertain, the mysterious. And what a flavour it is. Guarantees are for the banks. They were never meant to extend their field of action to life. Is there anything more boring and arid than living in abslolute certainty and security? Not that I believe that this is possible, but still... If it were, would you really choose to lead a life like this? I know, I wouldn't. Risks are necessary. They remind us of our nature. We can't control everything. We have to risk if we want to move on. We might not always come out as winners. We might get screwed. We might fall. We might lose it all. But then again, we might not. It is this uncertainty of the outcome that makes the risk invaluable.
The trick is to be able to change without fear that you will lose yourself in the process. The point is to change, trying to bring reallity closer to who you really are. Illusions and dreams and fantasies (sexual and otherwise) can make a handy guide sometimes. They show us what we want but we are too afraid to admit. Even to ourselves. The truth is that some of them are not meant to be materialized. Ever. But there is nothing wrong with that. Because, actually, some of them, we don't really want to see being materialized. They exist to live inside and inside only. Because there is a necessity and an overwhelming charm in having a small reallity inside you. It is a different kind of reallity, but still a reallity. You know you can always hide there. That no one will find you if you don't want to be found. There are other illusions and dreams and fantasies, though, that we anticipate to see come true. We don't always know that. We are often afraid of them. Terrified that they might escape from our little reallity within, and make their way to the reallity outside. But deep down we pray that they will. It is ironic, I know. But think about it. This is why we are afraid to be the ones who force the change. We want it, because we want to see our dreams and fantasies come true, but we don't want to carry the burden of the deliberate decision. We prefer to be granted with the extenuatory that we did what we had to do. That we were made, forced. We avoid to take the responsibility that comes with the free and conscious choice.
But in the end, one way or another, we seek change. Either because we want to go forward or because we don't want to stay behind. It doesn't really matter how we justify it. We want it and that's that.
Is it gonna be a good change?
Is it gonna be a bad change?
Let it be whatever it will be...
There is always room for another change tomorrow.
How will we ever know if we don't try?
How will we ever know what success is like, if we don't taste failure every once in a while? If nothing else, just to be able to tell the difference.
Sometimes we need to walk through dark corridors to make it to the birght, beautiful room...
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