While you are here you may as well join forces with those who are obsessed with the details, who dance with single rays of sunlight on falling autumn leaves, who repeat ever and ever again to get closer to perfection and who follow their hearts deep into the void.
It may bewilder or even frighten you at the beginning but it may free you at last.
The Architect

The sparks settled a long time ago.
The last races slowly disappeared from distant memories.
The hot burning flame and the ever blazing fire cooled down.
The motivation to explode, to outreach, to push further and further vanished.
The beyond was doable for wonderful a period in time in the past and lost its glory ever since.
The fight is finally over.

All what is left is peace and freedom.

Peace and freedom
– with what has happened
– with all the victories and defeats and all the lessons learned as well
– with the suffering, the pain
– with the all those dark hours and moments
– with the endlessness, the void and the dances on the edge of possibility

The silent sparks lay down hidden beneath piles of dying leaves.
And yet they remain. Calm, quiet and motionless.

A time may come where a mild wind whispers through those crackling leaves and the sparks may slowly start dance in the air. Unnoticed by most. Unseen in the rush of the time, the hustle and bustle in our loud world.

But yet there are some who may notice those sparks.

Some who may be able to still feel them and understand their meanings.

Some who didn’t lost the ability
– to admire the connections between the dots
– to see the smallest traces and long-gone paths
– to acknowledge the slightest and finest details

• Them who joyfully watch the rays of sunlight dancing through the wind-shaken leaves in a sunny forest.
• Them who recognize the smell of freshly fallen rain on hot tarmac.
• Them who see the thousands of reflections of the sun on restless and glittering water.
• Them who still hear the jarring wooden planks of old and worn-out floors and stand still for a while to enjoy the sound.
• Them who see things not from the surface alone but try to find the meaning and details within.
• Them who value a silent morning after an exhausting night.
• Them who can walk silently for hours without missing a word.
• Them who stand still for hours to listen to the sound dripping water.
• Them who admire the beauty of nature while forgetting the world for a fraction of time.
• Them who feel freest when disconnecting from the loud world and reconnecting to the out there.
• Them who celebrate the warmths of the tarmac long after the blazing sun has gone.
• Them who feel happiest when surrounded by the very view closest human.
• Them who feel the strong need to follow their hearts.

And slowly the silents sparks begin to move quicker and become more visible. Not too long and they are strong enough to reignite a new fire – not a blazing and rushing fire – but a slow and ever burning fire. More like a burning passion; stronger than ever.

A longing from deep inside their hearts to reach what is impossible reach not in an attempt to posses, to conquer or to overcome – but in a calm, focused and free attempt to achieve the impossible in a grateful and humble way.

Finally freed from the burden of ticking goals from a bucket list – finally united with endurance.