Nature will eat everything. When it seems that there is no life left, that everything has disappeared, the first outbreak will rise from the rubble and embrace the cities. The wind will be the messenger of fertility, and will nourish the air that seemed cloudy.
With the softness of a loving mother, new paths will be created. The ruins of what used to be our home will be buried in distant memory.
Leafy dreams will be the driving force of those who dare to live in accordance with what is.
I recently reflected on merit. Specifically from the fra: You deserve everything. I couldn't help but question my own desires, even the deepest ones, and I've realized that everything is sometimes too much. If deserving everything rubs against madness, with greed and ignorance, with the tireless desire to possess the infinite at the expense of the universe that stands by my side, If the deserving of everything is the death of some, if it is morbid blindness If it's chaos and death, then I don't want it.
I prefer the humble part that allows me to live in peace with everything around me. I prefer that the whole be subdivided and find myself looking at life, a flower, a bird, that looks back at me from its small portion of everything and makes me alive too.
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