Trapped in the labyrinth of appearances

Trapped in the labyrinth of appearances, we weave our stories like spiders of our own minds, We uphold an incomplete wisdom, a mix of fantasy and folly, which envelops us with shadows, Our words are echoes of the dark side, that part which whispers unanswered questions, It wonders if it's worth it — the repetitive routine, the perpetual search for meaning, the endless struggle for more, It's not a game for the faint of heart, but in this somber insight hides a bizarre beauty, A dance of paradoxes urging us to heal from the nostalgias that chain us. Free yourself from the childish obsession with beginnings and endings, with time unraveling before your eyes, Eternity is just an illusion, a dead dream that only the weak cling to desperately, Let the moment come, to absorb your dreams and fears, to silently shape your destiny, For in the ephemerality of the moment lies the true essence of life, a rainbow of pure emotions, Learn to lose yourself in the present, to find yourself in the flutter of moments rolling over you like sea waves, And perhaps in this journey through shadows and lights, you'll discover that beauty is not in answers, but in questions. Embrace this flow, this dance of time that knows no beginning or end, only an endless now, And understand that in every moment lived intensely lies the magic of an authentic existence, A story written not in letters, but in heartbeats, in breaths and glances, in silences full of meaning, There, in the depths of being, where time stops and eternity becomes a mere spectator, We rediscover that strange beauty, that clarity of being, when we let the moment carry us without fear, And we dance on the edge of time, learning to be not just spectators, but creators of our own story.