What will remain from this very moment? We have those little stories our mind whispers to us every day. Where will we be now if we hadn’t met this person, or if we had taken another decision, or…, or…, how our life is going to look like? Our soul is wandering in an ocean of possibilities. We are in a state in between, looking at ourselves like a floating point but so unconscious of this other reality. We live our lives, some things will leave, but the wind will keep whispering.