THAT
That,
is
me.
Out
there,
I live,
life.
Out there,
here and there,
life
is that,
the living.
Walking,
moving life,
through the jungle of each day.
In the days,
in the seconds,
in the living moments.
Let us sing to life,
let us dance now,
clinging
to being,
day,
day by day,
aspiring,
breathing,
passing through alive,
out there, here and there.
In the turbulence,
in the winds of being.
In the daily war
of being ourselves,
of continuing,
being,
ourselves,
me each day,
in the whirlwind
of the days that pass.
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Let’s keep being ourselves in the midst of change, of movement, of the everyday.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments2
Carpe diem they say and it is true live each day as if it were your last. Suck the marrow from the bone, squeeze the last bit of juice out of it. Fight the good fight and be yourself. Lovely
Carlos, this reads like a meditation on being alive in the middle a whirlwind. The image of walking through the “jungle of each day” captures that perfectly…life tangled, chaotic, yet still something we keep moving through. There’s strength in that quiet persistence. Really enjoyed this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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