"THE ONLY JOURNEY IS THE JOURNEY WITHIN"

We all have lives that are discrete from the ones we show the others. We are so tattered in our souls and we are so torn at hearts that we can’t save ourselves from being another men or women to the others, eventhough we try hard not to be.

We have a strange foreignness for our own souls. Indeed, we are somehow out of our own souls. We aren’t able to rake up our own souls -just like we can’t do the same for everything we own-, so that we have to comprehend things looking at the others…
Unfortunately, we find our solutions and answers only in the problems and questions of another people. “What would I do, if I were”s, “what would I say by then”s let us know ourselves. Here, at these times –when we analyze others-, we meet the idea of “we are one of the others”, one of the others that are torn, that are broken. We see only by then that people know us in a different way from the way we know ourselves. Furthermore, different people know us in different ways.
We are all in pieces. When we assume that we wander in the world spontaneousnessly, we make a different semblance to others. Even the times we most agree with the idea that “I am myself”.

However, there are some of us…
Some of us that are aware of theirselves,
Some of us that go into their souls still in a impartial way.
And in my opinion, it is just so certain that those ones are the ones who suffer more.
The ones who really know what their souls desire, the ones who really know why their souls have pain. The ones who know themselves...