To a magical friend

I want to confirm what my friend said to me this morning.

Sometimes our eyes are dried but our souls look like a thunderstorm. Sometimes our eyes are crying, but our souls are full of hope.

Our lives are made of choices. Ours and others.

The only choices we can do something about are our ones. So, keep the pace and Carpe Dien.

We can fly to past, we can travel to the future, but we can't forget our present.

Thank you. I’ll give my best to Carpe Dien.