Are you living? Are you happy? With what you’re holding… Tightly in your grasp.
I’m trying to show you the world.
Through pictures.
Taking as many as I can.
Yet I’m missing the moments.
It’s ever so difficult to let go.
Painful.
Even if I know it’s better to.
And I’m never truly losing anything.
Instead…
Holding on is what causes the suffering.
Ripping myself out of this fantasy.
The grasp of illusion.
I keep forgetting, but I also always remember.
I want to feel again, what it’s like…
To enjoy life through my own eyes.
And not the lens.
Like a void, it eats all the moments and the memories.
And we’re playing the game.
As if we’ve got something to prove.
When just being… is enough.
What if all of it is no more?
What’s left with you when you put down your phone?
In the silence of the night.
In the reflection of your mirror.
It’s a tool that’s meant to be used.
But watch out…
It might be using you.
And it’s up to you how your story continues.
You don’t have to live this way.
A path of your own awaits.
You only need to let go.
It’s enough. Live.
