Loving Things

Loving people, and things does not mean that you let them force their aura on you. I sit in the middle of downtown listening to the music of downtown, which I do not necessarily like. I love downtown but I dont always like its music. I play music in my piece on technology and I listen. I watch the people move and imagine them being the video-clip of my own music. They suit my music, all of them. They all have a place in my cadre.
People pass by, some of them I know. I smile at them, some smile back. I realize that the more I love people, the more space I give them to choose or not choose my own company. Sometimes, this makes me suffer. When they choose not my company. I feel abandoned, but I still do it.
Last night I watched for the second time the movie "The Seventh Seal", and Ingmar Bergman movie. I loved it. Somehow, it made me feel familiar with the persona of death. He's there to stay! And even though the movie ends with an almost religious ending, I still love it. I keep my own theory of nothingness. The character who respresents my skepticism is skeptic till the end, and that's how I liked the last scene.
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