「Choices」

「Choices」

There is always an option, a choice to make.

The chosen road. The chosen music. The chosen car. The chosen accessories, colors. Out there, there is choices. Looks like everywhere you look at.

But how do we know what road we should take?. How do we know if we have chosen the good one?.

Sometimes we just have to wait. For the call, for the signal, for the autobus of life. But before we needed to chose to take it. Like music. Somehow you create your soundtrack. And we keep waiting.

We walk and we travel, we make our space. We decide but how far?. Free will. Can we control dreams? Can you control your heart beat? Can you control death

What is to be yourself, something that haven't been before. What is to be natural with all this accessories anyway, in this autobus. With all this technologie and all this flavors on us. The sun, that should be natural. But us, here we are moving us from one place to another.  All of us. Still under the sun. Movement. Shadows in the transparency of the reflections... to yourself.

More patience to wait, to cross borders, to wait more to be moved. To chose to be yourself even here. With all this people. With all this lights that look to never go.

Silence.

We walk to discover, to change, to be. We look to the past and we can see what we have done. Sometimes when we arrive we need to wait more. Looks like our life is build in blocks of time.

What is this force that keep us walking, for empty spaces, for this so called future. Is it really love? Love for being alive. For being here. To look back and keep moving forward with no mater what choices we have done. We are still here. With all this accessories that the present brings us. From black to white, backwards and forward. We will use them... to keep us moving. To discover what our own choices are made of.