My Writen Painted felt Authobiography ;)


Why are we pleasing the rest?
Did it ever happen to you to wake up one day and realize you’ve been living someone else’s life? …not even knowing who you are or where you want to go…
It’s so easy to please the rest
We can give the right answer at the right place and time but late at night when you go to sleep , who are you
You are still this profound, adventurous, misterious, humble human being, full of life, who is maybe afraid to be yourself but trained to please and belong

What are we here for?
Are we supposed to feel alive everyday squeezing each moment as the last one?
Why is it so difficult sometimes?
What inspires you?
What makes you vibrate?
What gives you goose bumps?
What makes you smile?
Are we on the right way and path or used to do what we have to do?
Thinking aloud on a Friday morning


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