Although I usually write at night, when
the world is dark and there's no light except the moonlight,
I feel a
need to write now, in the middle of the day.
Does Cosmos care about us?
Is our destiny somewhere there, above
us, between stars?
I know there is.
I know that everything we do is
possible thanks to that cosmic energy which fills each of us. I know
that this black expanse in which hang stars, planets, meteors and
everything else is present in our bodies and our minds.
I think every man is a reflection of
Cosmos. And every man perceives it in different way.
For ancient Greeks it was a symbol of
order. And I think they were quite happy and equable.
When I look up, I feel Chaos.
Maybe I'm not ready to accept that
challenge. Maybe I don't know my power yet. Maybe I know that it
could take me in possession, to seize me. And I'm not ready.
I'm sure I'll be great one day. I know
I am strong. But I have to be prepared when it comes a day of my
trial.
For now, my power is lurking inside me. I
hear its rumbles, I see it opening its eyes slowly. And I feel that
the moment of awakening is coming.
But I have to be ready for that.