When we bring to the surface of our being everything we try to hide for fear or shame, and wear the mask of our true self, then we can have an intense and honest interaction with others.
Maybe then, only then, time will be treated as a precious gift, and death will be accepted (even celebrated) as the closure of a life lived towards the sun.
Look down to your feet right now! You are standing on your chaos, not just the external world chaos, but your internal visceral f*cking hell. I feel it burning every single day, specially during those moments when things don't work the way I had planned and I regret those wasted hours of hard work. There are also those wishful moments that are never realized to its full potential... and it hurts.
