Respire

"We are always in a hurry,
we run, we run, we run,
in order to be able to do as many things as possible:
to achieve, to become, to obtain.
To run is a sympton of fear,
to run after something, after somebody.
We are slaves not only to others, but to ourselves,
to our ideas, to our ambitions, to our projects, and even to our mental projections.
This is a miserable attitude that life does not deserve.
The slave runs, but the king keeps quiet and remains still in his place"
(sabedoria budista)

->A foto é de Cachoeira do Aruã, Pará