Meditating on life
Meditating on life, multiple questions arise:
¿Is there still music to be written and heard?
¿Is there still
imagination
for one more film?
¿Will there still be
inspiration
for poetry?
Creativity.
Have you reached your limit?
Intelligence..
Are you still sleeping?
Passion..
What about your existence?
Constancy..
Are you indifferent?
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As human beings, how far can we continue to create? I don't know if we've become recyclers, looking like a beggar in the dumpster. Have we become sedentary, conformist, apathetic? how blocked are we? since when have we stopped classifying our targets? (If they still exist or we remember).
We must know that there will always come a time when inspiration seems to have forgotten us, no matter how loud and repetitive we shout its name; we simply feel that it does not listen to us, leaving us as a companion the discouragement, a time when we must be careful not to make ephemeral creations.
Let's forget about taking paths or shortcuts that will only make us copy, imitate or even plagiarize.
It doesn't matter if our ideas are a little utopian or chimerical; let us discover the world of possibilities that exists in us and let us see what we are capable of.
Let us venture into ourselves and we will find the formula of being authentic, because we all possess that universe of possibilities where everything is infinite.
 There are still melodies that want to be heard, poetry that want to be read, movies that want to be seen. Let us allow ourselves the opportunity to discover ourselves and to believe.... let us put aside simplicity and simplify our lives.
"For the infinite exists within us."
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