Good/bad right/wrong are parameters we apply to define our everyday experiences and still the lines between them are blurred to the point that being what is commonly considered 'sane' is not.
What do we do in a world where life resembles literature so much? When I was five years old I could clearly see the borderline between Literature and Life, thick and golden like the line that crosses Greenwich,
but now it has been bleared.
One has to adapt to that.
Rely on definitions no longer:
One who knows what he or she wants does not need them anyway.
You pay a price for everything you do, but if your soul is rich enough, you will know what is best.
Everything seems to be built on dualities but three is the number.
There is always an element which breaks our boundaries.
The world and us, we are two.
And then three, the unknown.
©VICTORIA BARDOT, 2014 all rights reserved
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