Creativity can only flow through one’s personal sense of life. We create in order to survive. In order to thrive.
Each thought is a probability of existence. Each present instant was an ephemeral thought in another time, in another place, in another idea.
And only in silence can we breathe. Breathe the echoes of all existence into that one instant of freedom, that will last eternally. Ignoring the power of our own being can only cut the wings of our own rebirth. Because time is eternal in one second, and eternal in infinity.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Everything was meant to be as it is, because in the present there is no space for other possibilities. Can you breathe and let go? Can you accept each instant as it is? Freedom will be your gift, freedom of being who you are; who you are.
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