I really like the things of this world: people, places, speeches. They are beautiful, sweet, persuasive. I strive to improve them, to improve myself, to improve the life around me. And I can't. Sometimes the wave overwhelms me and the more I try, the more I stay my head underwater. You tell me to take distance. And I still don't understand. Then I get distracted, I walk away, I don't think about it anymore or I think about it differently. I try to love things and people I don't like. Another wave. I move. I go up on the cliff. I get splashes. I see better, I feel more space. The boundary line between above and below widens. I have some salt left on my lips. I am flying. 
Believe 2020