the old, the new and the pragmatic

New project, new partner, new commitment.
Everything is shifting.
You are trying to keep it together as best as you can.
Because you believe that the Old and New can merge and make the Best of both World.
Well, this is not true. Some Old will be discarded, some New too. It will not be the Best of both World since the combinations of Old and nNew are endless. So don't try to keep it together, let it go, enjoy the present, focus on what you truly desire and do not be attached to anything.
Best of luck!

Ambivalent feelings about staying or leaving

Do you want to stay in one place and be rooted to ground yourself in a specific environment? Do you want to be leaving and go to different places to elevate yourself? Can you do both at the same time? Yes you can do both, do not ever think that where you are is static, the place is constantly changing and it is within the details that you can find new meaning for oneself and if this is not enough, plan time in and go to come back different..

Kidnapper?

A kidnapper is a person who abducts someone and holds them captive, typically to obtain a ransom. There are many kidnappers in one life. Those who love you may be you holding you captive until all is gone. Your work is too taking away your childhood dream so you can keep running on the treadmill. A tree is too, it gives you air. Cut it, you may die. Find and name your kidnapper and weight whether you shall escape or stay. Remember though as you live one another emerge because the definition of yourself does not exist, you are dependent on others and the environment you are in.

Truth: All the world's a stage Shakespeare - As you like it

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. T hen a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation E ven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts I nto the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide ...

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