Yes, yes, I have time I do not write, but you do need to live with intensity, but what story? We will go into trust, cerquita between you and me ... (low voice, kind old gossip with a neighbor tearing at the concierge of the building). Has not the past that when you think everything is ready and to applaud yourself that when you're about to reach the top of the mountain, then suddenly a rock ... just for you stuck with your hands, zuasssssss loose, fall out of a single blow, loud, dry and forceful?
Has not the past that when you think you have the inventory in order, "something or someone" happens and you turned around?
That happened to me. And more recently, I would find a way to learn to read between the lines what I mean life, destiny, afterlife or more here. I have long lived like an automaton without realizing that everything around me and what does not around me has meaning. But now I feel like half compulsive looking good until the least. I've been looking for ways to die to my selfishness and self-sufficiency, to lower my internal noise in order to understand what it is all about. But so far what I understood better is that nothing that happens is a mistake, everything happens because it is covered in the book of each of us and we can only accept and learn, again and again.
These days, an angel appeared to those who God puts in our path and dared to compare life to a roller coaster. I wanted to figure out this comparison and I have days in this roll. Yesterday I started to remember when my lovely dad sat me
Ajur in that thing rotating rusty because I always hated coming up after I
Jart two popcorn, a cotton candy and a Frescolita mamarra (read bigger), and to this constant wave - just before the end of the journey - always bathed with my stomach fluid front the poor little neighbor shouting happy yupiiiiii, until I dipped without mercy - now, talking like crazy - I think my father that gave him pleasure because I always did the same, and in the end I was looking pale and pa 'inside of half an hour, must be that the view of my father I needed a good dose of adrenaline and shame. After unpleasant childhood memory, I conclude the discussion: "You go up high and scream like a euphoric, low unchecked, you get dizzy and feel a void in your stomach, you get headaches, you see everything upside down, and suddenly in turn that will surprise you slow down extremely fast, until you stop and just breathe and get off. "
And that's when you touch the floor, your truth, your raw or cooked "Actually, that itself, it's your turn. Sometimes you want the mountain is always high and spinning, but there comes a time when you get tired of so much spin, other times the opposite occurs, so soft you sleep and you want more ...
These days, I had thoughts and feelings and I think this angel gave me a clue, life can be as a kind of roller coaster that takes over your routine way in which sometimes the force of destiny begins to do tricks with you, but you have to grab it hard chair, crying, dizziness and feeling empty, upload, download, enjoy, mourn, but always remember that very soon going to stop, be patient, wait, have faith that soon you will breathe and smile as always, to make your way and review your tracks ... or erase and start new ones.
Hope is the dream of the waking man.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher. 
