I'm on a very high mountain, I have my hut and my life goes quiet and uvula, day after day, year after year. Every day I look to see what's going on below, I would throw myself and learn how to live there, see things from that point of view, but I'm afraid.
I also have a small pair of fragile wings of a dragonfly and I could glide down, but I own a lot, too afraid.
And so every day I look and then go back to my hut and in my daily life consisting of gestures that are repeated, the places I've already seen, the rituals that I know by heart and now I do not automatically put neither head nor heart. It 's a half my happiness, or rather is a "stable peace", it becomes pain and suffering, but neither perfect happiness.
Then one day the wind takes me a voice that whispered from somewhere, just jump! You could fall and hurt yourself, but you may also open their wings and glide and discover a world that is your own, to live fully in your life "and it seems so sure of this, and so confident of the possibility of my fragile little wings to glide! And little by little to the first item join other voices, I repeat all the same thing: "Get in! Try it! Seize the day!" Seem to believe them anymore my wings as I do myself.
So I am convinced, the whole point about my fragile wings of a dragonfly, I collect a few important things and down.
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