In recent times I have avoided writing.
I will not lie, I have avoided expressing what I feel for fear of releasing many demons that have gradually appeared.
For those who know me know that I'm passionate about what I do. I write, work, live and feel every second of life. I enjoy what I can and try to respect my place in the world, always thinking of the irreverence that has the simple act of walking in the rain with her face upwards.
But that vision is where my fears are deeper, where many times must I protect myself, where I hold the destructive passion that overwhelms me and seeks freedom it is sometimes good, sometimes bad.
I imagine everyone sometimes has "great moments" where is the hero of his own history as well as "moments of forgetfulness," where instead of being the hero, we're the villain seem to win when it should not. I think something that distinguishes me is the fact that for me every second of my life is in turn two, both stellar as to forget, always fighting against the excesses, and enjoying the delights that involve breathing and understand everything around me.
Today, I'm a little more philosophical than usual, wanted to share a feeling and concern I have: Since I am, I have always extremely expectations higher for those around me, that is, the more I know a person, subconsciously give more and ask more. This is a double-edged sword, especially for something as simple and complex that scares me: how to express my expectations.
imagine that everyone has the ability to always expect the best in others, sometimes warily, sometimes eagerly, but at the end of many, it is important to trust others and the skills that someone can get to have. I know I make mistakes just that I make, because for some unknown reason to believe that things happen because they must happen, and I know that I learn most of the time.
Finally, the idea of \u200b\u200bthis is to welcome back to everything that happens in my mind, sometimes mean, sometimes not, but at the end, seeks to understand why things happen as they happen.
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