I am always longing, for something and somewhere. Longing to fly high and free, longing to do, to go, to see, to live.
“The art of living is to be content with what you have” some people say. “The art of living is longing” I say. Longing is no contrast to be content. Longing is the inner force and strenght that take you to new places. New places inside yourself, new places around the world.
Longing is the wish to live the life God meant you to live. Longing is to live full and free.
The photo was taken in Norma in Sounthern Italy in April, spending an afternoon with friends, watching hanggliders.
