I miss using my heart.
To create, to resolve, to inspire.
Creating ideas from scratch, without fear, without doubt, without pessimism.
Letting the words come out of your mouth, because you love them.
My heart always tells me to run, to paint, to ask, to scream, and doing that I clear my mind of any preexisting form of doing anything.
That is when courage and pride come to me. Pride of being here, pride of being able, courage to do it.
I walk along the pathway that many others do, but inside of me there is a new world.
Yes, everything is possible, that is why we grow older and wiser, so everything becomes simpler, more beautiful and against all odds, more alive!
I miss using my heart to inspire myself, to inspire the world that lives inside of me to come out.
I will not give up my dream to build out of love, out of pride, out of courage.
Courage must be my deputy, faith, my religion.
