Good weekend to everybody. For each person over the weekend seeking rest, the expectation is to find a way to really relax, recharge to meet next week.
Yet these weekends can also be time to reflect on ourselves / i, to reflect the reality in which we live and how we feel about it.
reflect and think size can be a very calm, because it takes into account and focuses on ourselves / the face of reality, something that - at least to me - it happens rarely.
Every day I reflect, think and study how to solve problems, how to deal with situations that do not see me in the middle, but only as an agent that interacts with respect to events, but where I'm not there, I'm lost in a sea of \u200b\u200bpriority that face. Think about if you then recover and get back to the center of our attention, the ridarsi Guist space.
And yes, we have the usual! Approach things trying to find a
enthusiasm, at least a desire to do, to be there, that in fact I lost
. I try, and I'll put my serious commitment to find myself.
Every time I realize that is a futile attempt. What remains is only a memory
increasingly distant from where the gap is getting
deeper.
I can hardly take note, take note that basically
for their games have just killed me.
remains only the knowledge that there has always been, but not the strength, clarity
, especially the frantic desire to fight, to fight
, to pursue what I believe.
remains only the shadow of all this. It is my body changing, but
is the fact that I have cleared my mind. I have done as a
elettroscoch eradicated laciando me just a distant memory.
It's not that I have to say! I have to say, maybe too much I have to say!
I have to say about the justice to say about the GLBT world, to say
on theological farce continues in the full knowledge of the most, from what you say about
gossip about everything. To say ... but then say what?
Words! Only items that are lost in the air of some arrogant,
as I was arrogant, pedantic to some, as I was
pedantic, some full of himself, as I was full of me.
are no longer remains merely an observation and it was no longer
. What are they now? Nothing! Lost in my desert journey
no longer even the desire to reach a promised land. Yes,
maybe because I realized that my promised land, follow me, I do not
longer reach. Follow me and ahead of me!
The rest? I do not know! I do not want to know. At least I came back the
lucid to read, to take pleasure in reading and writing
. At least ...! In his profound uselessness
would be a consolation, a little pointless my vanity.
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