I always thought that life is a one-way path, ever onward, ever onward and upward ... Although sometimes we tend to run into plains, calm, inviting us to stop and reflect, to sit and look back to assess his steps and take a breath and desire to continue. Are bracketed in parentheses to isolate us from one stage ends and prepares us to start a new one. We wrapped in a cloud that blurs soporific experiences and obscures our thinking minds leaving only what fits in what we imagine we are, what we believe to be provided from our perspective, never beyond the tip of our nose. Our path is our history and as such the settled and filled with all the frills or misfortunes that may be required. On one side the flowering of his success, true or false, on the other side of the boring, otherwise the unfortunate, other conformists, on the other mystics, other ... Perhaps if we remembered our life as it really was and not as we imagine we would not have the courage to continue moving that way but inevitably, inevitably, lead us to the deepest and darkest of depths.
I am now in one of those flat areas, still wrapped in the cloud soporific, blurring redecorating my past and what remains of it, lest you lose I need to push forward.
Luckily my side light prevents you from losing your mind.
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