Life

Life Life is so fantastic, an uplifting phenomenon, a dazzling dream Dream, why are you not a living happiness? Maybe I can’t dream “You are dreaming.” Always. Creating my loved fate. “Then end.” “Then end,” said Satan. Why? “Why? You don’t need to create your fate.” But the fate is not given. Fate comes. “No. Just a stream.” Where is the free will? Then, where is the free will? “There is no free will. Your free will is chaos.” Really? My dear Satan, why are you saying this? Why? I want to do my best in life. “You don’t want to do your best in your life. You are a spontaneous walker.” Yes, the walk creates my life. I haven’t freedom, but walking is free of love. “What love?” You know. “That doesn’t exist. She enjoys your suffering.” Thank you. No more similar dreams. I just walk. “Then walk. Life.” I’ll do my best. “No, you are only a walker.” That’s why. “Walk alone, without love.” My way is one person. I want to go. “Perfect,” said Satan.