In times, while walking along the big, wide cobblestone pavements of a city called Life, while looking around, making stops, turning right, sometimes left and sometimes in circles for a while - one would say that with the utmost probability we will, sooner or later, not only get rid of some belongings, but also loose some of them.
Getting rid of belongings is driven on by our choice, whereas the loss of belongings is driven by an unknown force. A natural, subtle force just as foxy fall, wrapping the leaves in beautiful colors and sending at the very same time a warm breeze to seperate them tenderly, effortlessly from the trees. Our eyes are attracted by the varietey of colors overshadowing the bald trees without even concealing them, making us see the beauty in the pain. The dull silence of winter will embrace us with his white down filled coat and at the same time lay between us and the rest, pushing us away with a warm hug, somewhere into the distance, far away from the others in order to get closer to ourselves. And just when we get tired of ourselves, just when our umbilical cord to the world seems to be overstretched, the snow starts melting, turns into tears and we´re ready to arise and bloom again in spring . We´re ready to keep on blooming in glory and pomp, infatuating the air with the pure perfume of our souls - here we are, ready to stand one tree next to the other, flaunting our crowns in summer, reaching the highest highs of our beeings until - it hurts again...
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