If it is possible to be going nowhere, then it is also possible to write without having an idea of what to write about. So, here, I am just writing only to practice the act of writing.
I feel myself approaching a revolution on my human relations. My abilities of guessing, interpretation and prospective almost stopped on perfuming. All this happening spontaneously at the beginning of the end.
There are different people, places and time and yet we keep having the same painful stories recorded every day. A new crime against the human relations. It is just a proof to the low value that people have when it comes to recognizing the soul, spirit and humans.
I should know very well that the loss may face me at any moment .It probably comes at the happiest moments of my life or probably comes at a moment of boredom where I was setting desiring anything which drives the inactive water in my life.
What annoyed me is I am left alone without being provided with a logical story to tell those around me. So I need to write without having a clear scenario to be able to tell a story and convince others that It did happen.
I Become well acceptance to the idea of fate and I become having a satisfaction to any result I end up with .But who said that the satisfaction of the pain leads you to forget the pain.
I became stronger, but I struggle. I learn, but I struggle. I ignore the bitter events, but I struggle: and I embarrass mixed feelings but I do not resort to interpretation.
I am loving in it!!
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