There is a constant need in our existence for something
new. A different approach. A certain emotion that revolves our lives. A feeling
able to transform the most insignificant insect by the name of routine, into a
beautiful butterfly of excitement. Such transformation will certainly not come
all by itself. We must look for it: search every dark corner of our mind; look
on every shelf of our heart; appreciate every single moment, every single inch
of the place we call home, of the space we call existence. And the goal would
be to find a sense of nostalgia, a vivid memory of what we really are, since so
many of us lost such while becoming the beings others want us to be. Instead of
looking out the window, perhaps jump, feel the thrill of the fall; we became the
most vapid, monotonous, repetitious, selfish creatures nature has ever seen.
The fault of such is ours, certainly. It might rely on the fact that we grew
into these individual capsules that, despite protecting our fragile bodies,
shade the whole world. They turn our dialogue in a one-way-stream that, despite
absorbing life, does not necessarily changes it. We pass by the opportunity of
communication. Not that we don't collect information, yet I can't help but
feeling we've lost a need for displaying our own thoughts. To put out there our
point of view, how my eyes, how yours eyes face reality.
Therefore, The Border is a space to communicate
my thoughts, in a developed, constructed way. What will become an exercise of
retrieving information, and processing it into a individual appreciation of a topic,
despite such being a fact, or a simple memory.
"And no one could
move me but myself. For I've realized I once was the greatest achievement in
life itself"
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