Human, I am

I’ve, kind of always, had a perfectly balanced idea that cause inexorably leads to an effect. I’m well aware of causality, paradoxes of consequences… and indeed, I’ve also known of high moral ground, what it represents, how it affects destiny. There has been understanding about well tuned chain of thoughts, and how thought influences actions. And beneath all of this, deep in the limbo laid a complete conscience, overwhelmed with high emotional intelligence…

A long time ago I’ve made my choices to live a life purified from braces of control and external influences, fully exiled into true freedoms and liberties of human existence. Most of the time my ways were not guided by higher norms of morality, by bifurcations of causality, or by calculated chain of thoughts and actions. Curiosity has shown me that there are no roads out there, only racetracks. In many times this has lead me to sense the darkest depths of despair and sharp pain. Despite that, I am overwhelmed with happiness all these years. Thus I’ve created an environment that has been transformed as a consequence of what I am. In these excommunicated ways I have found myself and my true worth. You see, the all or nothing days are never ending, they just transform in an occult manner with growth of perception, with rise of the being.

… there’s evidence in these thoughts:*

Emotional intelligence

An entire niche of questions which haunt his being, bringing deep whirlpools in his thoughts and exiling the consciousness on the edges of human capabilities and possibilities. He feels that these questions are eroding the soul, pushing him outwards, on the margins, where everything is so blank and silent. He needs to find an answer to the riddles, at any cost. Floating in a mixture of thoughts, attempting to turn to the wealth of the inside – his substantial existence.

Voices and fragrances open the path to a truth. Extremely fragmented data from distant memories linger buried in the consciousness. By discovering the true sensation behind the memory, he brings recreation of the moment past, grasping that which only lies in vales of oblivion.

Suddenly a voice finds its path from the distance, carrying within it magical sensation of a scent so sweet, filling him with enchanting adoration up to the point that he wants to stop breathing, only to keep it within him forever… without breath, but with a full soul that unconditionally loves and wants.

A remembrance of what he was, of what he still is… the perpetual existence of emotional intelligence…