Like a monday

All of you know the only things i keep are memories. Nevertheless i managed to keep little and light objects with me. They all connect me with beautiful people and moments.

910 nomad days receiving love from all the beautiful humans I had the chance to meet. 

I wonder how our world is going so wrong when all i’v seen is loving individuals. I’v been invited with open arms everywhere i have been when I had nothing to offer but smiles and love. 

A lot of people ask me if I had difficult moments. Of course there are moments of dispair and loneliness. But they exist only to be swiped away by a new beautiful present of life. We have to trust life. Life is good. The only hard thing is to be stuck in a box. We dont fit in any of the boxes they try to sell us. Success, money, power, useless things exist only to divide us into a deeper loneliness.

I don’t believe in competition. How stupid you look like when you’r on the first step, after crushing your opponents, Alone.

I am deeply sad when i see how they try to divide us into fear and hate. I feel hurt when I switch on the TV. I get lost between this flow of violent facts, reassuring advertisment and stupid reality shows where the form has taken over the content. Jealousy leads, we love to see has-been show biz stars being stupid in a pool on TV. All this violence shown on the media is a fucking promotional tool. It creates fear and leads to division. It feeds the desire of over-consumption. We isolate ourselves trying to access that success.

Don’t buy things but memories. Try to build a beautiful life with the ones you love. Don’t forget yourself. Don’t let the system close the ways of love and sharing. Stay free!

Thank you for showing me!