We build our own world everyday, dream by dream, inside the sleep, even when collapsing fear by fear, hope by hope, and in the end it is only about what we are able to do with it. we can make it a nightmare or a wonderful ecosystem!

There are no limits to life. our brain and the way we pump it with the blood of the heart is our own limitation. and we can live all our live under the table or get out of the door and find out our real way and dream it. it is not easy though and 99,9 % of people prefer to live hidden under the table, or in the armchair.

There is a music coming from our silence if you are able to hear it. it is a process, a game with different levels, and it is harsh to start playing.

When you think in angels remember what you were when baby. the irony is that even the biggest bloody murder was once an angel. what dna set had we once and what dna do we write during life?

What is the music score of your own motion picture? are you the composer, dj or passive person listen to what is playing in the radios? think as well are you a director, actor, producer? or just a member of the crew or of the audience?

It is a web of affection, a complex management of emotions. you need a MBA to learn or just a strong set of values in order to drive the car without crashing. you can be an easy learner or someone that erases memory and go ahead like if nothing ever happened. and trust me independently of the choice one makes the world won’t ever stop. it was already on the move even before humans. that makes us think are we just humans, or indeed part of something bigger?

The questions are questions and should make us question. there is non-sense, uncertainty, we will be always fooled by emotions, by the weight of randomness. probabilities are inner shadows of thoughts, struggle, all risk taking.

The paradox is that effectively we build our own world, but probably the biggest challenge is how do we get inspired? what makes us dream or not to dream in the way we relate with acquired or genetic biases?

A camber orchestra playing under the water like the set of a disaster film with a large landscape where you see the ruins of what was once a huge powerful city. all empires are pre-defined to dye, trust me arrogance is just as stupid as shooting yourself in the feet several times. though all of us are sometimes arrogant, even with the ones we love the most. we are in effect what we are and even when fighting for personal development we are indeed making an effort, a hard effort. nothing is easy, a cold rain in the pick of the summer is important to clarify the thoughts because most of the time one ends up living inside failed dreams inside dreams, sometimes one lives even close to the biggest eyes wide open nightmares… (in fact only we are able to create the substance of nightmares… and dreams!). I guess is that the paradox of life… one of the paradoxes…

We build our world out of ourselves. it is made of affects, blood and complaints. it is a world that alleges causes of action for intentional infliction… we hit each other with emotional distress, constructive discharge in violation of public policy, breach of oral contract, promises unkept, negligent infliction of emotional distress, unjust enrichment and negligence.

How do we manage, enrich and cultivate the flowers of our fears, insecurity without taking ourselves too seriously. how do we purge our thoughts from moral censorship, the scars of memory, of all the things we have in our pockets as certainty stopping us from walking, because they became burden… how can we develop methods to deal with our unknown?

There are no mathematical probabilities, just ways to keep building our own world and keep walking with some kind of faith towards the outcome of thinking and the way we act. and bear in mind what is core in the relationship between emotional orders and reason. how to make sure our brain interacts with our muscles in a way that the all of nothing of life makes sense for our probabilistic behave, for the dealing with scepticism (never nihilism), delusion, and how to be able to keep constructing reality.