It 's normal to be afraid: these are the words, concrete is a very different kettle of fish. I think the
ability to choose for themselves is intrinsic to difference between live and survive, and the force with which I go on day after day, month after month, year after year and life after life, makes me more and more distinct and contrasting decisions, and higher and higher prices for me and for your loved ones.
If I look at my past seems a succession of falls, moments of stasis and survival grim, get up to jump again, without interruption, without a real construct.
But now I am certain: I'm not running, that's life in scagliarmisi him. And yet I smile.
I must, I can not waste time, not to make mistakes, even as the flight itself is a choice, which unfortunately involves regret. I am willing to pay any price, except the regret: everything is better than nothing, the eternal game of "if" and "buts". I want to get some to have lived the last breath I wanted and everything I could, you know who loves me.
This is just the eye of the storm, including what brought me here and what they will.
It 's normal to be afraid: I go further, forcing me, I lean to accept their fate.
consider that there is no effort to accept the way you'd para face is to be unconscious: we are children of a generation of fugitives, once again ready to bet against the current.
Breath. Amo. Feel. Mistake. Corro. Vivo.
I need love like love, is my own dream and try to build.
With these words I have made my decision: I will not go back.
also used it as disappointments and sorrows, it will be worth the effort if only for this moment when we believe, I believe is right, it's the best thing for me right now. The rest will be
life circumstances and difficulties, but that we can not say that I have not done my part as best I could.
that we can not say that I have not loved with my whole being the smallest, immense, infinite time.
