Not too Much
After been expose some ideas about the concept of Artist (not Art, wich could leed us to more
extensive explanations or even a entire book only consacreted to this subject...). Time goes bye...wich genre or variation, wich theme choose today for a brief reflection? Let us think...
well i can say to begin that I decided to write in english, just to practice and ameliorate this language on my mind. But a theme for today...Interior joy. It's never too late to regain confidance about our projects and expectations. Some have been realized, other (a bunch...) have not. This is more a question of self-confidence that of faith, wich is proeminentaly social.
In our cities self-confidence is very import and the absence of cultural intimacy can generate disturbia for some people. One must be aware that wisdom is a path not writen yet, a kind of destiny not fullfiled yet. It's an individual task in the city to the individual to maintain moral confidence supported by some friedships. Writing can generate a certain solitude. And by the contrary, solitude can be the chance to work a move on, if not physicaly or socially, at least mentally and spiritualy. Aging bring some wisdow for who knows to lear with his own errors,
after a period of diletantism. (to be continued)
P.S. Maybe we are talking of solitude, theme wich we can develope in a posterior note.
extensive explanations or even a entire book only consacreted to this subject...). Time goes bye...wich genre or variation, wich theme choose today for a brief reflection? Let us think...
well i can say to begin that I decided to write in english, just to practice and ameliorate this language on my mind. But a theme for today...Interior joy. It's never too late to regain confidance about our projects and expectations. Some have been realized, other (a bunch...) have not. This is more a question of self-confidence that of faith, wich is proeminentaly social.
In our cities self-confidence is very import and the absence of cultural intimacy can generate disturbia for some people. One must be aware that wisdom is a path not writen yet, a kind of destiny not fullfiled yet. It's an individual task in the city to the individual to maintain moral confidence supported by some friedships. Writing can generate a certain solitude. And by the contrary, solitude can be the chance to work a move on, if not physicaly or socially, at least mentally and spiritualy. Aging bring some wisdow for who knows to lear with his own errors,
after a period of diletantism. (to be continued)
P.S. Maybe we are talking of solitude, theme wich we can develope in a posterior note.
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