Heated Crystals Poem by Atef Ayadi

I started
to not judge, identify, or evaluate what surrounds me, whom I face, or whom I met before -it is not a new year resolution.-
I accept things as they are, simply and beautifully.

Am I getting older?
Am I loosing resistance and resilience?
Am I in hold of my emotions and my memories?
Is it my intuitive being that is taking over my survivor instinct?
Am I getting the wisdom I have been looking for?

Or
It just my mind is playing tricks on me?