I’ve always wondered how it felt like flying. Like watching us from the sky. How insignificant we become with distance and yet how important we are.
When I walk through the streets I run into so many lives, but they all seem the same to me, I can’t distinguish their faces. And suddenly there’s someone, a known face between all of that chaos and we look at each other and smile.
And I’ve realized that we are never alone, there’s always someone able to recognize our face amongst all the people walking through streets, sitting on cafes, wandering around.
You are always loved, you are always capabe of anything and everyhting you wish you could do. And limits…
Limits are in our heads.