In multiple moments we resort to different ways of expressing emotions and I must admit that writing is not so good for many people but there are certain times when this practice is the only way in which it can be done and in which I consider that It is also healthy. Once you are exposed to adverse circumstances and at times when you already run out of energy, where there is simply too much pollution in your life and you do not know what the hell to do, when the charges are simply too many and they demand an over exposure of you same as being an emotional, mental, and physical wear; it exhausts you and you assume that the announcing shadows have been persistent and have been out of control. One after the other they have rained down on the rocks and other times they have remained like gray clouds in the city of Venice. To say that you can control all this would be a vile lie. After so much shit you know the clear tones of your own mind and you discover that not everything that inhabits it are demons and that you can often come to think that by mistake. Sometimes we discover that we have been feeding a being whose purpose was self-sabotage. A vermin that had only been feeding on our energies and our shell, attached to us like a fish on a hook with no chance to get away and even less able to remove the scales. It can be said that what is described is not exact because there are too many words that I could use to refer to the spectrum that is to be pointed out. And maybe this is a cliché or something repeated and as you well know no one likes to recognize that we can all have a harmful and harmful side because it is presumed that everything is of a clear and static tone and ignore that everything is variant and that not everything is the same as what it really looks like. Although the central theme of this writing is not to speak of defects, I was forced to express the aforementioned because, as I said at the beginning, this is a method to express and, above all, to liberate. When we dedicate ourselves to work in ourselves. In our scope and limitations and especially in our abilities, everything begins to clear up and we can perceive the sun's rays and the color of the tulips that we thought did not exist and that we thought were in our imagination. Just walk, reflect, locate everything you are, what you feel, what is good about you and everything you love fucking. You can smell it, feel it, stick it with things that go beyond your skin and your touch. It begins to discover your true self and without explanation there is the explosion of satisfaction that not everything is a mountain of garbage or that the ghosts are if you do not allow it. What bad moments there are always and what is our obligation and our responsibility to drive away all the shit with obstacles that come before us, face them and invest all the light that we can radiate to achieve it. Be our most outstanding and fucking representation and end up putting in the brain that no matter how many times you cry alone or in someone's company, because biting the dust is valid and acceptable and that we must also appreciate and dedicate a place in our life to the people who, despite having seen the most horrible of us, have decided to stay as candles to help enlighten you, because we must be grateful with life and with what the sky shows. I am not the most religious man and with so much faith in the universe, but I do believe in that something that can not be seen but that you know is there to tell you that you are amazing the way you are! And that everything that happens is evidence to increase your strength. That which is there to point out what you should improve and correct. With the passage of time, people are exposed to changes. We begin to sink the things that we can not change and those that do promote the metamorphosis of our behavior and our thoughts. They say that everything is located at the time and that everything starts to go well when we are at peace and I think there is a certain reason, even though it feels very existentialist and sounds like self-motivated chatter, but the reality is that we need something that cling to feel the support we need. Call it faith, destiny, optimism or anything else that we hold on to go out or cope with the dark paradise in which we consider ourselves to be. In that process of change you discover that all the shit that was fucking you just cultivated yourself and that despite everything that may be happening is out of your hands, is the only tool to solve or cope with it or leave that definitely. We all have the tools we need and we just have to fight.
PS: For when we want to start from scratch the most important thing is the desire you have. Today I decide that I am the judge of my destiny and that it does not matter that, it is always going to be in my hands to choose which path I want to follow.