enjoy your life

by walterdoege

you can read wthis writing as a letter I am writing to myself…or as you choose…evn stop reading…enjoy yourself…the time passage…life anf time so close!…enjoy your loving soul. even if you cann’t touch this soul as I touch this digital tool, the computer…enjoy your life as you enjoy yourself, but I must enjoy myslef….meanwhile, this is not a collection of positive thinking remarks…although i greatly recognize the role of optimism and self esteem  in on living, daily living, daily common living, require… everyday and everynight…I enjoy my life as I enjoy yourself…without you…can you imagine you, yourself, alone, one, only one you, 1…in the universe…not the number one, that so competition joke…but 1, the only aloneness possible to imagine…the true aloneness…can you imagine that picture: you, alone, you only you, 1, nobody else in the universe?…I don’t know what is universve, perhaps one, 1, verse…perhaps this my trial version of conversation, I mean, writing…conversation with you…I write for you…my address is yourself…not only myself…I can not write about you, but I write to you…for you…for you to read what i write…and what I write is only a writer practice…is only art…is only literature…I’m a folk writer…I’m a common writer…writing scholar articles…no…proving useful informations?…no…I don’t what i write and it’s not a matter in my writing labor…enjoy yourself…as i try to enjoy i full myself…as i’m…neither that thing nor that another thing…the theme of identity…subjectivation…and so on…but you can find that texts in scholar writings and tools…I’m a common writer…I love to go to school…as in childhood…so good memories…enjoy yourself if you can sense and practice your goodness…if you can share your love…it’s hard, very hard, sense love…and harder still to feel it’s deserved…but love is tle only road to a free and joyous living…not just be yourself, but enjoy yourself…and if you are not so good, make a choice…be good…pick up any single and smallest part of fondness and kindness and goodness and love you feel inside yourself, and makes matter…make a choice…let yourself go with the loving road river flow…it’s hard…it’s simple…I don’t know how to explain, but try to stay close with the herath inisde your heart…beyond any other statement…or phrase…don’t waste your time…be honest…stay close to joy…and see what you shall see…look the look of love…love is one…my common daily bread…my drive to survive…my wish to live…till the last goodbye…so, I try to enjoy the life…I try to enjoy my life, although the life is not mine…love is not a property, but a lovely experience…love is our home…stay alive in…share your goods…control the passions…utmost sad passions, and please the world…the world is peoples…like myself…yourself…please everywhere at home…this is our home…it’s not my home…without you…I could write to no one, even 1…if not for myself…aloneness may do exist…loneliness too, but the sweet solitude of love and loving at home is so good…this is our home…I am not alone…we can keep living…days go fast…as wind blows high…goodness is a tiny perception, so, its not a belief, of the joy of love..to love…love to love…roll, loving road, roll…rocking all blue in a love surrender party…no matter the end…I can not sense an endless ending, perhaps only a fairy and tiny last goodbye from that home…I can sense the beginning…I can not see the end