Sometimes I take a short break from this race that is called life, take a deep breath and then I realize that I'm rushing to where? and all the things that I need or I want at some point just disappear, and all that remains is a blank page. And then the questions come in my mind like ravens to dead bodies 'do I really need these? do I really want this? are mine these feelings ? cz it lookes like I don't need them anymore.I feel empty and clear like a lake where nothing is growing, just water, pure and simple, with no substance or consciousness of itself. And then everything that were choices, desires and will, look like a struggle, looks like I'm pushing myself .. in order to become better, make more money, feel more alive, get more satisfactions, more happy moments, more good memories, discover the meaning of life and even be happy through love. It's like I'm watching myself from outside emptied of any emotions and wonder.. do I need these feelings? or do I need to forget them? can even this be called love?
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