There are things in life that can not be changed, which are "default" so to speak, and for those things in life are the daily limits that make us stumble again and again without realize. Strange, is simple, it's so hard to see sometimes that we could stick around in the same, almost as if the truth of our Prison defect is infinite in that we will die without leaving it. Apocalyptic, my way of thinking tends to be extreme from time to time, but sometimes acts as a lifeline, as my ground wire, where my heart is blind child between grief and pain. Check the things that occasionally drive me crazy and make me think more of the ordinary, yet never leave the side because I'm sure, in most cases, are true. As a child I was always concerned to know what was happening around me, knowing what it affected the people wanted, and developed something like an instinct for shrewdness able to see beyond the visible. Thanks to that I know some things that others do not understand and simple details make me understand delicate situations, but even that can afford something even more delicate, and my own life. These small stones in the shoe, that annoying buzzing rattle the mind shatters us with a series of images that are part of the memory that we forget.
sounds odd, maybe crazy, but I think in these painful situations occasionally gives some life to my life, and no wonder when you consider that every bad thing has its good side, his teaching, his piece based educational truncheons and some blood (well, not so much), how people understand better. I have an extensive collection wounds, accumulated wisdom and impregnated into the skin of a tireless fighter, full of travel stories carved here and there, people come and go like the feeling of the morning breeze, like daily life wasted in looking for eyes closed, perhaps without realizing that our desire to pass on our side and sneaks into our hands. Tends to impotence, to leave this helpless feeling of premature defeat, we bends with ease and pride hurts us, we were vulnerable to the simplest expression of love and suffer from confusion. And until recently thought that simply allowed to escape into my heart could take my well-being and was well, but as illusion, did not last long and I began to live. Came difficult days, problems and arguments, and what was known as "my reality" and was not it, rather it was "reality", something new for me.
Our lives change daily, our hearts are strengthened even if they seem weak, learn from the fall and struggle for a desire or a dream, a promise, or the mere desire to live. I am happy to stay here, to be with many people ... although many already have left me, and with them some promise. No, those promises are still alive within me. And so I must believe that while there are promises, dreams to guide us through the darkness and loneliness, we can prevail and overcome any adversity. Will fall if, and often hurt more and more, but why we come back up, again and again? Because deep down we know that whatever we are experiencing has its purpose and that purpose is the key point of our lesson, we will have achieved something regardless of victory or defeat, because in any case we know what happened.
I am firm believer that life, this life is but the stage of "initiation" of a long development process of being we call "human" and that is why it so difficult at times, laugh, mourn , love, suffer, are things that basically form our true identity and make us grow as we know use it. Combating weapons to clearing, we who finally give way of life: whether to laugh, laugh, whether to mourn, to be wanting. But never, never stop living for fear of life.
sounds odd, maybe crazy, but I think in these painful situations occasionally gives some life to my life, and no wonder when you consider that every bad thing has its good side, his teaching, his piece based educational truncheons and some blood (well, not so much), how people understand better. I have an extensive collection wounds, accumulated wisdom and impregnated into the skin of a tireless fighter, full of travel stories carved here and there, people come and go like the feeling of the morning breeze, like daily life wasted in looking for eyes closed, perhaps without realizing that our desire to pass on our side and sneaks into our hands. Tends to impotence, to leave this helpless feeling of premature defeat, we bends with ease and pride hurts us, we were vulnerable to the simplest expression of love and suffer from confusion. And until recently thought that simply allowed to escape into my heart could take my well-being and was well, but as illusion, did not last long and I began to live. Came difficult days, problems and arguments, and what was known as "my reality" and was not it, rather it was "reality", something new for me.
Our lives change daily, our hearts are strengthened even if they seem weak, learn from the fall and struggle for a desire or a dream, a promise, or the mere desire to live. I am happy to stay here, to be with many people ... although many already have left me, and with them some promise. No, those promises are still alive within me. And so I must believe that while there are promises, dreams to guide us through the darkness and loneliness, we can prevail and overcome any adversity. Will fall if, and often hurt more and more, but why we come back up, again and again? Because deep down we know that whatever we are experiencing has its purpose and that purpose is the key point of our lesson, we will have achieved something regardless of victory or defeat, because in any case we know what happened.
I am firm believer that life, this life is but the stage of "initiation" of a long development process of being we call "human" and that is why it so difficult at times, laugh, mourn , love, suffer, are things that basically form our true identity and make us grow as we know use it. Combating weapons to clearing, we who finally give way of life: whether to laugh, laugh, whether to mourn, to be wanting. But never, never stop living for fear of life.
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