After a very long time I decided to pick up the thread of my thoughts on this space. So much has happened and it is difficult to summarize here what has changed and what is left. And I speak not only of interest in the cartomagia or mental, that have opened up again burst into my life, "forcing" to return to school and putting in motion the wheels of my brain, and not only of the "fatigue" and I have little confidence that nurtured in recent months in all respects. And even what seems impossible that he shared the idea of \u200b\u200bbuilding space on the web about a topic, which at the time seemed interesting and lightweight, and others who have lived as a very strong mission and who spend good and bad energies ruthlessly sweeping away all obstacles from their way just to reach this goal. I speak of this and a thousand other things, the change of perspective that is inevitable for every hair and beard bleached hair, which raises doubts about the choices and makes you want to shelter. Shelter ... but from what? We are short-lived as the roses, to quote the little prince, and we only have two pins to defend ourselves, you can not touch the same water of the river twice, as Heraclitus said, the truth is that it happens, I think often, and to pursue a goal We will see that another person who no longer wishes to that goal and lost the time to reach what you really want NOW.
I know that philosophical arguments seem to be after dinner, and average BAC, but I think it's human to feel so, nor it seems to me no succor humor this time.
How to build a large house that once finished, you never dreamed of living and at the same time, regret the little house you'd have to be twenty years without so much debt and trouble, discovering that the next goal is your own end.
Have I understood for a moment that I have to stop looking up to heaven, because I do not know if tomorrow will affect me more than the sky and even the same tomorrow, but without the rhetoric seriously. Rereading
I was a pathetic and boring old Solon, ie my mood is the same as before. Here's a post that reflects me at this very moment. Look
developments, but I close, I think I need a coffee or two.
I know that philosophical arguments seem to be after dinner, and average BAC, but I think it's human to feel so, nor it seems to me no succor humor this time.
How to build a large house that once finished, you never dreamed of living and at the same time, regret the little house you'd have to be twenty years without so much debt and trouble, discovering that the next goal is your own end.
Have I understood for a moment that I have to stop looking up to heaven, because I do not know if tomorrow will affect me more than the sky and even the same tomorrow, but without the rhetoric seriously. Rereading
I was a pathetic and boring old Solon, ie my mood is the same as before. Here's a post that reflects me at this very moment. Look
developments, but I close, I think I need a coffee or two.
The image shows a part of my collection of cards USPCC.
