“This is not really happening, you bet your life it is”. It is indeed. People pass, the sky changes, landscapes slide by. Life is passing by while I try. I wonder if sometimes it is worth the try. So much effort such little result.
Thinking again of the blue skies and turquoise sea down the immense cliffs. Nature is so omniscient. We are just ants crushed by the waves against the hard rock. Tiny ants in the large scale of life. Everything passes by just in front as a high speed train. But the rocks stay. They don’t care about the passing of time nor about out our worries. They stay there unchanged. absorbing time, absorbing our stories, our sadness, our happiness.
