It is so different: jogging sleepy in the morning -
and running in the forest like Maugli, like if you were the lord of the jungle, and all is living around you, and you are the master of everything you look at, and you can appreciate the sparkling blue and green and blinding white of the snow, the sun is shining and you know, this is your only life, and you are in the right place in the right time
because you know what to do, even if you don't know the details yet
because the world is whole and wonderful, beyond expressions, and we are living to love each other
everything else is just redundant.
I don't really like cliché, and I constantly am struggling with words - I hope one day I succeed to express what is in my heart.
Even if not with words, but with acts.
Until then - words remain
and the hope that I can rule them, because they are just words, just tools to communicate - from soul to soul.
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