Passing my whole life locked up...n

Passing my whole life locked up in a tug-of-war of concepts that drag me into lamenting the miseries of a being who chose to believe he was a nobody, deserving of anger and sorrow.

Passing over every sensation once I understand they are nothing but fleeting tales that come and go, carrying in the intensity of their insults nothing that matters to the path my will forges in its purity.

Passing on to giving thanks for the greatness of this freedom, in which I am responsible for what my actions express, in a world where everyone is welcome to go on celebrating the colorful party of existence.