Eight months is a long time to change.
I feel different, I speak different
I think different.
I have a goal now. A real goal.
A life and death one. which doesn't really make me surprised,
I'm determined now
to live my life as wholy as ever. No matter how much it costs.
I sometimes wish I'd chosen a different life, a placid one.
But I know now that my whole life has been led to these critical moments,
to this pure awareness of everything inside me.
How selfish can that be?