The Bowler's Daughter...

My sphere is tingling with the different ways of being in the world.
In a world where we try to make us all look alike, I realize we are all so different…we seem to desire the same things, but we want the differently…we breathe them differently…we smell the differently…we see them so differently…
We are all looking for something that we don’t know what it is, and when we suddenly seem appear to have the vision that we found it, it is never equal to what we imagined…or as we desired. It’s not pessimism, it’s realism…our expectations appear to be normally higher than reality…on the other way, we easily settle for less. What I mean is that we easily acclimatize to something that doesn’t fulfil us and we adapt everything, from expectations, demanding, ways of breathing, seeing, smelling…

“Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannonball (…)

(…) Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to cry

So come on courage!

Teach me to be shy

'Cause it's not hard to fall

And I don't wanna scare her

It's not hard to fall

And I don't wanna lose

It's not hard to grow

When you know that you just don't know”

Damien Rice – “Cannonball”

I.M.H. – Silence is like a shadow that keeps following me.