Playing pois with street musicians. I enjoy their music with accents of the Balkans. I can't play pois for long, but I really appreciate being part of it so easily. I really suck at pois, but who knows it? Who notices it? The rule of the street seems to be something like "just to it". Let's kill Nike, they made of a pure statement pure commercial bullshit... But artists certainly have something to teach people. Just do it. I'm just doing it. No excuses. Are you just doing it? I guess I should hang ou with them more often. I feel almost good. While I was playing I was just floating, not thinking.The wheel of sharing is spinning again, and I have a new camping mat. Do you realize I would have lost an opportunity to receive? Not only did I spare 10 Turkish Liras, but I received an item with some history, a life. I received a gift, that person is a "friend" now, bound to me by solidarity. And it made me feel better on this rainy day.I still miss Taylor, but today it has nothing to do with suffering. I'd like him to see what I strive for, to witness bits and pieces of my life. To encourage me with one look. Or maybe just to exist. Am I on a way to letting go? This can only come with renouncement or self-realization. I'll try to go both ways at the same time. I just have to start one firstly. I guess it has to be renouncement.
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