Some people go to the train station to get inspiration to write.

Some people write backwards
some people will never read
others think they know enough,
maybe they do but that´s too bad for them.

You maybe trust in others,
others might never trust in you
some people will say they love you
but just some will show they do,
You might get afraid of answer back and
say that you love them too,
but if you don´t, I know that silence will answer better than words.

Some people give surprises
and others want to reason with them.
Some people receive white flowers but
they can´t even notice it´s special smell.
Some people write about formulas, logic and codes,
other write about compassion, truth and wisdom
yet others create stories made of joy, freedom and hope
stories made of love.

Some people will find home and peace
others are not able to recognize where or what is home about.
Some people need time to learn
at last they will do.

Some people will give it all
others will theorize it all
Some people will do a lot with few
Like the ones who think that ordinary
little stones can become treasures.
I chose to trust.
I chose to give.
I chose to love.

Note 779

I have been challenged so many times for the evaluation of the decisions I analise,
when the day comes that i need to turn to one side or the other,
the puzzle always or most of the time i feel caught in, just call it life.
But yesterday came to me as a reminder that the unexpected happening breaks you and the moment, translating you into an another-neutral-radiant conscious moment you weren't fully aware of it
the second before.

To this i have to say, I entered the unexpected happening with all my human sense,
then my soul reacted, so my body was told that we werent in safe ground anymore.
I have no doubts if i could have known i was going to experience the unexpected in some sort of way, or if i would have gotten ready for it somehow,
definitely i would have not entered to the consciousness of the unexpected
with so great confidence and absolute readiness!
I came into the cave not knowing that the light was going to be lighted for me, fallowing the foreknown unexpected aim.