My Obsession

My obsession, I often wonder myself: Why this attraction with me makes me so extreme. Why does the right side of the brain appear in an unintelligible form? It's boring. Or passionate creativity. I am talking about decorating. Not only ordinary decoration (I did it very well), horrible, inclusive theme decoration. Using vivid colors and distinctive styles, I express quirky personality. The reason for making this decoration so funny is that the more eccentric and fuzzy it is, the more I can make the most of it.

The mind is my obsession. It is not mind theory or psychology (it leads my involvement to be involved in these areas), not my thoughts or other people's ideas, but my opinion. One day I was lying on the ground under a poplar tree on the parent farm in New Zealand South Island. It is a shock and a way to push me to the world of new observation, so I will never forget the birth of my attachment. When I remembered looking up the blue sky from the gaps of many branches, suddenly I felt as if it floated in the sky by shooting from a small hole.

Where are you looking for? Of course, in my head. Therefore, I began to be interested in discovering my own ideas. Whenever I remember, wherever you are, I will notice my idea. Through that thought, but seeing them in my mind is not my experience in my body. For a while, I could not find a part of myself because of my life, but when I left the rural town and received higher education in a nearby town I understood that there was some experience with this book It was. The hippie shop is full of indian nicknames and clothes that smells of patchouli oil. It seems that we have taken the first step of the trip of the star without trying it. Once you say the word, you could find a guide on that subject, but try as many things as you can.