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the time to time I remember having a job and someone who really loves me. It occurs to me often, too seldom. So far today is the day that he knew of "baptism." This morning, as soon as got off the train, the voice coming from the screens that transmit in random advertising nauseam welcomed me with a "problem of diarrhea? Well, this was enough to tear a smile dell'intirizzimento difficult to see because of the facial muscles. Diarrhea. Something would happen soon, in fact. Sign, set timbres, putting his face. This would have caused my diarrhea today. Despite everything I faced the day with fighting spirit without losing (unfortunately) my traditional afraid to make mistakes and my limited self-esteem has famously become known. All in all it was an important day, pitched an exaggeration to say ... It 's just the beginning, the start of something tremendously more complicated but that will absolutely make me stronger. So, throw everything that happened today. I have to remind me that I have a job. I have to repeat myself a bit 'more often. And the fact that, after a day like this, instinctively pick up the phone and dial the number in the hands of the person most dear to you, well, we must remember that too. All this to dispel any doubts about my supposed misery my state of dissatisfaction in recent days has returned to make his way inside me. Indeed last night, I struggled to sleep. And not just for a friendly neighbor after 22 really wants to hammer on the wall. Morfeo called me but I struggled to hear his call. Still haunt the usual thoughts: but it is possible that I still can not enjoy, to enjoy everything that is happening to me? I'm beginning to think you are insatiable, to aspire to a perfection that does not exist. Or rather, I start to believe that my personal perfection I have achieved and know when I gave everything for body and soul in these years has produced a result. But I do not agree that this is a point of arrival. I simply tell us that this is the beginning, a new beginning. Insatiable, come on, maybe it is. There are moments in everyone's life where we must necessarily leave room for improvisation and accept that the events take shape, even the mistakes that I made today: many, many. I have a long beard and looked off. Maybe a nice shot of razor does not hurt. Back at home, traveling on this train filthy gaining respect. Torno baptized. And we hope that these heinous videos in random and bored waiting for a train I will accept in an appropriate way.
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