Every day he feels more mortal.
Every day he feels more fragile.
Ever more he’s afraid to fail.
The hardest moment for me is to face the Present.
Because there is nothing you can do to change the Past. About the Future, you can dream and wish the best you can for it. But only in the Present you need courage to transform your life.
My biggest fear was to die alone. Then I realized that I spent my whole life in that way.
Finally I could hear my own thoughts.
Living without a chance.
I was inured to these days.
I just didn’t suffer for nothing anymore.
I didn’t know, and even remember, of why.
Until yesterday, when I lived a day so full of colors.
And suddenly I woke up.
I noticed how my days are apathetic,
I could see how my simple desires are so far away from me,
how much the despair and anguish suffocate myself,
how much I live in pure numbness.
After a moment of a complete happiness,
the next day carried with itself the fallen pride,
in the end.