If you do not have the inner freedom, freedom
what else you expect to have?
You open the wings and everyone screams that you're not ready yet, listen to their advice, their opinions deafen you as you try to focus and stare at the point a view from above, at the edge of that mountain which you are about to leave a jump, you see, you feel, you can almost smell and touch, you think only that point on that goal filled with millions of dreams that you have forged and never before felt so yours. remember so many things, a hundred feelings invade your pores, you start to sweat like you're in hell, a lump in the throat accompanied by the swaying of your arms and legs, blood flows faster than ever, breathe deep and without looking back, no doubt will never again jump into the abyss that everyone fears, warning: it becomes in your grave, but you can only promise to every inch happiness. A sudden gust of wind sets you free, you scream with all the voice that fits your body, you scream until your throat is confused with the cold air hitting your face, turn your eyes mourn so many emotions, time and life away start again in a second, time your soul transmuting, growing, evolving into a free fall in this metamorphosis to freedom.
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