There is a life only with you

There is a life. There is a life only with you. There is a life only with you. There is no life with the factual context, with the thought, with the idea. There is a life within the movement, or: the movement only takes place within life.

Life is love, desire, the decision, or the determination of where to go, to ask a question, to have a wish, to pursue a feeling that makes life worth living and that creates life as such.

I try to put in the effort, but I don’t know if I’ll succeed. Then you try and make contact, try to say it, try to show yourself, try to put yourself together, and then you realize that it isn’t working. That this brings happiness, but this happiness also fades away.

That life is a strange form of martyrdom. That the long-term and the constant do not exist.