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Whoever has bread has no teeth

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the overbearing sun and mild today opened a gash in the clouds that have obscured the evening yesterday. It seemed to me to go back to the old (and not so pleasant) times when my sky clouded storms frequently cause emotional force of a tsunami. Now that something has changed in the clouds from time to time come for an evening and even end up triggering the usual self-destructive mechanism. And so, the night has come to sweep everything then giving me a morning sun lit and hope. Beware though, those occasions of gray skies that accompanied my pre-sleep have not passed in vain. I thought the last three years of life, the ones that I have protagonist of a dense inner work that has gradually rounded my corners. Slowly, I've thrown in the trash a substantial amount of pride, anger soothed, instinct, ending with the impulsivity turn me into a thoughtful person, (too) analytical, much better prepared for others and above all, patient. And you'll find that can wait, even capable of hope, was the key to my success. Please wait, hoping when everything seems to play against them to live moments of inevitable collapse, and I have had. And how. I was waiting, hoping, dreaming. And when the train has passed, I got it running and I discovered what a beautiful feeling of those who also found the place sits, and begins a journey to be comfortable knowing their destination. Now I feel I need a good dose of patience anymore. Now that I was finally allowed to choose, now that I am entitled to have my moments of absolute freedom, I find myself having to make other accounts. I need to find anything that will give meaning to the fruits of my labor. Around me everything is still and motionless as ever, and chatting about this with my mother jumped out of the expression "He who has bread has no teeth." I feel like a man "in the making". Are in progress, my life has only just begun, and I have the same energy and will to live (even if the tone of some articles do not would say ..) a little boy. But you probably are a bit 'out of time. I took this train and I got there, breathing heavily and with great desire to sit without being disturbed. Now, waiting for the next station and go on it more slowly sure if I would not mind. Never delay would be so appreciated. Patience, then. Waiting does not cost me anything, and, with hindsight could be really productive. The sun and mild bullying today, ripped through the clouds. Yesterday is just a memory but as long as I can also bring out the best of these moments, there will always be a new sun to illuminate the road. And today, I'm good, very good.