In a few hours a new year will begin. For me the simple succession and progression of a mathematical number that starts at a certain time, does not mean much but all around it seems to perceive this atmosphere where ideas and new hopes are lit and the desire in people, to start something new.
The holidays have a strange effect on me, especially at the end of a year: This year. Within my heart I know what I want to happen, I know that I would like to feel less alone, I know that I would like to resolve the conflict with some demons that come to me on time to test me. They try to make me feel sick and sometimes or almost always succeed but, almost always even, sooner or later, I can get up and find myself... while instead another half of me has never been reached.
I read and saw some phrases of inspiration that told, in a scenic way, the passage from 2016 to 2017 but I think that what really matters is "the heart", the way, the energy with which things are said and lived and not only the appearance or the number of likes "likes" put on Facebook.
This year I am in a special place and, I do not think, I would like to be elsewhere. Here on the presumed island of Atlantis (Sardinia), surrounded by the sea and nature I have, perhaps managed to free myself from some thoughts and some closures.
Here, from this magical place (made, why not, special also thanks to my presence and history of life) I free my thoughts to heaven, to the sea and dedicate them to my and other special heart.
I feel that the coming year will not be easy for me but right now I have good faith in that magical mystery that I call Universe and, from here, I begin mentally from scratch, my "new" path.
