The child

Adult? What defines adulthood?

Aren’t we just children marked over the years by joys and sorrows, trials, defeats, and victories molded by the world in which we live and learn to live?

I don’t know about you, but as for me, I’m a child. More precisely, I know that deep inside the man I am, there is and there always will be a child whose dreams, fears and hopes have not changed.

But being a man, in my view, it is to choose among those dreams, among those fears and hopes, which one of them will guide my life, and to fight with all the weapons in my possession to, respectively, overcome and realize them.

The child in me is the man I am.

The quest

Leave
Traveling miles to find yourself again
Meeting new people to get to know You better
Putting the world in motion to discover where you belong
Fighting the boundaries of space and time to define your own limits
Is it working?
And what if,
Floating in atmosphere and minutes to sense the contours of your being
Standing still to better perceive our own mark on the world
Withdrawing to finally hear your soul telling about her
Stopping to let your mind can catch you up
And what if you should just,
Stay.