We still have 50 years left …

I woke up this morning with a kind of revelation in mind. Once i oppenned my eyes, it’s like if an angel have whispered in my ears, that i still have 50 years left. Litterary 18 250 days on the clock to accomplish myself before going to another dimension of life, and become an endless energy that makes life again possible in somehow other form. Shocked and fascinated by this morose truth, i started shaking, felt the adrenaline in my blood flooding with excess, i wanted to stop time. So much plans, so much ideas to progress. I dream of becoming an entrepreneur and starting my own business, i am the artist never published, and the engineer never hired. I want to make the world a better place. I want to make a difference. But i don’t really have time. Like a sailor trying to stabilize his boat stuck in the middle of a torrent.
“ Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love “ (George Bataille)
Now i’m writing this words to make the difference for myself before making it for the others. Excess is what makes us vivid and let the energy circulates inside each of us. Let’s free ourselves from the boundaries of time, the cells of the known and the possible. Beyond the truth, beyond the visible is what makes us a better beings. 50 years or even 500 won’t be enough if we don’t make a change now …So folks, we don’t have time, let’s make a difference.
