Maybe the trick is to give a figure.
Yet I keep banging my head on the eternal questions unanswered.
And there is nothing good income. Only
big headache and insurmountable depression.
"The soul in reserve, and the heart that will not start."
May you live fully, I once wrote a friend.
But 26 years have not yet learned to live my life, I am in eternal hold.
"Desperately Seeking something that I miss so much."
And in the meantime let me live, no, I'm still watching.
"I do things, I see people."
Everything goes so inconsistent and struggled, but that satisfaction
,
the evening before falling asleep,
the peace of mind for making small but important steps forward,
that satisfaction does not ever feel.
It seems to me that everything is inevitable and inescapable,
seems to me that what I do has already been written and I only have to perform.
I seem to be a pop in my own life.
And I seem to choke at the thought,
but my brain refuses to develop alternatives.
"It was like more than himself, it was like two people in one. On the one hand, the daily toil and the other staff a sense of belonging to a race that he wanted to fly to really change your life. No, no regrets. Perhaps even then many had spread its wings without being able to fly like gulls hypothetical. "
A gull hypothetical. Scared to open their wings.
"E now? Even now it feels like two, one part man respectfully inserted through the squalor of their daily survival and the other, the gull, even without the intention of flight, because that dream has withered. Two misery in one body. "
And that's why lot every day, because the dream did not stir a step.
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