These Days
These days. These days that I feel so disconnected and connected at the same time. That I feel like nothing is happening and everything is happening at the same time. That I am not so sure how to really exist and at the same time I am. These days that I feel like I am too much and I am not enough. But mostly not enough. Not looking on my bank account because I am afraid what I will see. Not looking in the mirror because I am afraid what I will see. Not looking into the inside because I don't find the discipline. Not holding through my practice giving in before. As I start typing surely my master from last year is showing up right in front of me. I thought about him. Earlier. I think about so many things these days. So many people and places, encounters and conversations. Perceiving so many notions these days. Unable to give them names. Random thoughts, perceptions, ideas. Observations about myself and the world around me. About people surrounding me physically and others I t...