We Can say there is a regret in my head for not doing old connections firm and active. Being alone for a long time with always new people coming and going it made sense that ur always alone. As only constant in life u and ur self with relationship with outside, that is like changing photocolage.
Walking the old paths by the river is very much walking old memories. Obviously not for u to remember the old times but seeing something old with new eyes. Or old as something new.
U seat, observe. Water flow, birds, trees, and ur IN(the moment and time and self). U go home , u connect with that through what ur good at. We named it Art, and than u find ur self again, seeking the connection, to what we call greatness. Expressing, reacting on a great experience of being there, complete by the river on that walk, than make it art it appears to be an actual cut. As if ur cut ur self from the flow and allowing ur self to step into one moment where something great revealed to/through u.
And only after coming out creation u r glory about making it happen or doubt for not doing it well u seak human factor to connect and compare . U can step so in in out of the view u r broth up that feeling closeness of belonging seams important. It is also the thing that pushes u back into ur own path of searching, understanding. or simply just letting be without putting it somewhere.
Yet exciting knowledgment is that cuts becomes not so clear and they start to fade after accepting this new views and let them flow, with no big in and out reality jumps.
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