Colorchallenge - Wednesday Yellow Mailbox

Letter to the future
I find my peace of mind again, write a letter to the future at the end with a short post. I lived close to the edge - there I felt alive. I buried my past and was born again. I was creating my name, as a sinner stiffly crossing my waist, and simply looking human in sec. Places. I met people who seemingly shared my essence, but it turned out that they were diverting me from the goal. I work in depth. I want to thank my closest friends for the patience and the love of being with me every time turning around in those days when the street swallowed me up. I live for the moment far from any opinion, and the environment turns me into her personification. I saw hell once through the dead man's eyes, then I realized the artist's words. He who creates with love, not with an ego for which the palace is not important, but people in it. The one who stretches out his hand, but not to take it. The one who lives inside of you and me. Knowledge is wisdom, but wisdom finds words. Our human value is not measured in amounts. Insight is a door that we unlock with our mind, inspiration is the color that embellishes our essence. The roots are deep, the stem will stand ready to meet everything that's ahead. We take blows from the wind bearing your hard words, trying to divert your eyes from our goal. The rain can not stop us, even to wash off the trail. I start from the beginning after I've drawn the line. Realize the mistakes for a better idea, the street can kill, brother, and educate. You yourself choose the way to go, create good things, or destroy everything. To tell the truth or to silence it, to give friends or to save them. Breathe and create, acknowledge how wrong you are, forgive and watch, stop walking. To love nature as its creation, to seek good and worst behavior