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Questions rushing through

Questions are rushing through my head.

Why do I need so much to feel that I am alive?
Why do I need people who like-minded to feel alive?
Why do I need so much a community?
Why do I want so much to bring people together?
Why do I fail miserably each time I try?
Why am I never satisfied with the attempt that I am making to bring people together?
Why do I find always a way to blame others for our failure to bring people under the same understanding that we have to be together to help one another.

All those questions are rushing through my head and I am not sure how to answer them.
I will try.

Why do I need  to feel so much that I am alive?
I need to define first what I mean to be alive. To be alive means that having this sparkling feature that make it worthwhile to wake up every morning in order to do something.

Why do I need people who are like-minded to feel alive? 
I need other like-minded people to feel that my own vibration is at the same vibrato to others. To feel that all this is actually worthwhile.

Why do I need a community? 
I need a community to create the space where we can all sing our hearts out to the infinite.

Why do I want so much to bring people together? 
I want to bring people together so much because alone I cannot hear myself being present.

Why do I fail miserably each time I try? 
I fail because I cannot recognise when I succeed.

Why am I never satisfied with the attempts I am making to bring people together? 
I am never satisfied because there is a hole in my being that can never be fulfilled? It makes me sabotage the present moment and stop me to totally enjoy me being with others.

Why do I find always a way to blame others for our failure to bring people under the same understanding that we have to be together to help one another? 
I always find a way to blame others for our failure because I never look for the ways they managed to bring people together.

After some reflections, I am wondering if I really need to bring people together. I just have to be happy wherever I am with only one person myself. If I am happy, I would not be chasing people to be with me. To be happy, I need to care for others. Happiness comes with cherishing those that I love.

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