Remember the time when the joy of racing was not in winning but in going through it
When we would do things not because we were supposed to do them but because we wanted to
When speaking your mind was still in fashion and sexual politics was still a literary word
When we believed that we could snatch the stars from the sky and keep them as a decoration on our study table
Was it really such a long time ago? Can we not go back to feeling and being like that?
Like we get out houses renovated, can we not repair and renovate our spirits?
Can our souls not be like the clean shaven head - devoid of burdens and not afraid to disclose its vulnerability
Can’t we just BE?
