Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Blueprints For Achest

condescension disguised self-improvement.

are 2:29 am


Again locked in my mind, I have no desire for anything more than lie on the grass and see the different patterns that trace the gray clouds of day of my life, as if each one of them screaming at me "I can move. Stop and start again. You do not. "

a) Sometimes I think we all have a finite share of happiness.

Every minute I'm surprised (and scared) when it jumps to my sight a contradictory aspect in my life. Turns my head and His only achievement is that of a sad smile on my face, that smile that everyone will someday have tried, when you realize that things can not get worse, and the only thing you can do is smile in resignation. And this exercise is repeated in an endless loop of errors and denials. Of such moments life is made in purgatory, where we paid a punishment that we are not sure due, but the only way out is to try to remedy.

b) And what if happiness was never intended for some of us?

Today I saw a program on TV being interviewed people of various ages and social classes, requesting define the basic concept of "mind." The concept is easy to formulate and understand, the consequences are not.


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