Sensitive by Fernando Dias

We are known in a dull and gray world; melancholy and often dull. Day after day we follow this routine, like an endless cycle of broken pieces. Throwing us against windows in sunny weather longing for the promised world outside. But when we stop to analyze the small details; when we allow ourselves to feel each moment... The little joy that something went right in our lives. Love for a charming person we met. The anxiety for a decisive answer. The pride at the end of another successful day. Compassion when petting a pet in the streets. Only then did we realize that the windows we threw our bodies against were mirrors, all along. And everything we want to feel is already within us. We just need to allow ourselves.