I am practicing the martial arts, people there talk about meditation with egos like cathedrals. I am studying philosophy and I only meet professors without inspiration, theorists without flesh, people eaten by their career and dressed in their prestigious minds. Outside, people are lost, closed up, aggressive or submissive. Inside myself, sex, intellect and doubt. I still feel a way, but sometimes I am asking myself: one more illusion ? Something inside me however keeps marching on. To what ?
A little depression. Do not be systematically pessimistic. Your sight towards things should keep the consciousness of reality. " Light exists within obscurity, do not watch only the obscure side, the obscurity exists in light, do not see only the bright side".