One day we stop believing that the world is magical. We think we have become smart realists. But in reality, this is a punishment. The burden of disbelief and skepticism impossible to lose.
But what is the reality that we seem to understand? A mixture of senses, theories and mathematical calculations?
I want to believe in miracles Let them be somewhere at night, far beyond the horizon, but my childish faith makes life more beautiful. Faith that life is colorful, not just black and white, and those tulips are more beautiful in colors…
© Fortune, 2009
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