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It's about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What I have and what I ache for
Röyksopp
Fragile, our faith. Transcending reality but strongly depending on it.
That's what people call either acts of God or karma, isn't it? That's why we need something real to hang on to, no matter how strong our creed is. With no sun, this place looks dark to us, and we don't really seem to care for what's in it, as long as there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Not only we need people to push us, we also need possibilities to pull our tired bodies towards the goal.
One glance at the sky. Is it still cloudy? The last ray of light can't be disappearing. Not now. Funny how in a movie I find a decent answer to an important question. What is faith? Faith in something is a choice we make again and again and again. Well, sometimes it's just hard. You wish it's some kind of atonement for something you've done, so it will be over, at some point, and you'll never have to deal with it again.
Fear is behind the corner, waiting to grasp your hands and drag you into some kind of weird, hypnotic dance. Raise your head, try to keep it high. No matter what, look at the sky. Something may fall from it, after all. Rain, snow, a ray of light. Isn't that a proof that there's something else out there, after all? You can't really pretend much more.
I'll tell myself a little lie, for a while. Everything will be fine. Because, after all, that's what F also stands for.
Fine.
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