I feel mountains growing inside when I do things. Because I do everything from my soul. And, I think that's going to be the main cause of my death.
Rumi once said....I've read it somewhere and I remembered that quote because it was purely beautiful... So, he said: "At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I'll sit up and sing.". He wanted to say: "I would gather all my strength".
I sometimes think to myself; is there anyone in the world, anywhere, who would do this for me? From his soul...with the rivers floating and mountains growing inside...Would he sit up, sing and cry his soul and eyes out whilst doing it...for me. Would he do that? Would he put the most perfect smile on his face, after that...for me? Because... that is love for me. And... is there anyone there in the world, who would come to my deathbed, lift my weak body up and say: sing with me!
We often feel like we have only one last breath left in our body. We often feel like dying.
Have you ever thought: who is there for you, when you are dying on daily basis? With whom you sing and who wipes your tears off? Who makes you feel bad...and is he the person that fixes his mistakes, helps you and makes you feel better?
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