After about 20 years of beeing involved in all kind of “practical” activities I looked back and I figure out of something, something very important to me before this abandonment. As I said, after two decades, something occured and then was a click like the haikus I loved to write(and now I can’t find them) that made me understand that I lost my path. This was the begining and after a year or so I just found my way back to my path leading to myself. This trip starts again with a haiku, and, even that I know will be a long journey, I’m enjoying every moment of this retrieval. I was so far away and I have to pay the bill for my wandering … all the way back.
Long story short:
the long way back to myself-
life lived in hurry
I hope that in another 20 years from now to look back and say: I’m 60′ but I feel like 30′. I spent too much time feeling older than my body. Now, at 40′, I’m trying to find my 20′.
Bonne voyage a tous!