The 2012 comes close e. .. I understand ... but "you" ... yes, its you who read ... You're not one of those who are looking out the window, anxiously awaiting the destruction because he lives a life filthy and that the world would disappear? If you .. Know that you are not alone, or rather, I flashed a few times but then this thought takes over and the reason I say
"If your life is worth trying to improve it instead of arresting the other."
Then turn on the television and I see you zap "Amici di Maria De Filippi" and raising his eyes to heaven I say "Ok .. no ... meteorite for all but one boulder on their television studios are .. please .. at least a sliver ... please I beg you pregoooo "
Life is not an easy caxxo.
Once you realize:
- Being old enough they can no longer dress like Actarus and driving a spaceship-shaped swivel robot included.
- you would not want to be a star because the celebrity is not a goal but a conviction that will make you a slave to the life of a mass of assholes whose sole purpose is to torment you even when you go to buy the bleach in the mini- market.
- That money is just a set of numbers into a database and an update would be enough to be rich ... but not quell'update does nobody touches you stand 8 hours a day sitting in a chair in front of a PC making you feel useless.
- that Mother Teresa had a calling while you're lazy and lazy and you do not even go to the hall of the brain to go and take the cholera in a shanty town lost.
After these "acute" Reflections ... here it is ... is there ... shining in the bottom of your conscience, "the question" ... is that wakes them from the train window while setting a Christian who runs to go up before the last car to remain on foot ... here it is ... the eternal question ... (Drumroll ...):
"But I caxxo ... that we're doing here?"
Well ... this sentence every now and then comes back to haunt me. You are not happening? Maybe they are
I do yoga ... I meditate a bit and try to focus on the fact that life is a gift and that observing the stars you can appreciate the opportunity to be there and witness the miracle of life, and practicing, I'm fine.
There are whole periods when I think life is wonderful and I can enjoy the scenes of my existential film with a certain intensity, but ... sometimes it happens that my eye drops and take the rest of "half time".
In these pauses is dark and sometimes even fear of losing the trail. I know ... is not easy to explain, but I think anyone looking to understand this state of mind.
I feel so emptied out and so I could set the stage empty for hours without realizing it.
Then you come back and resume doing what you did before without necessarily having the desire to do so.
But at the end of this writing what the hell am I saying? I do not know ...
