In the wake of Katayoku no Tori Akiko Shikata , I write here. It 'a bit' that I do not, a sign that the initial enthusiasm was a bit 'braked, but I'll let this stop. It 'an achievement for me to pursue a project.
It was a matter of years before I get rid of most of my jacket. Groped to make the hard (with poor results by the way) I is not no good. I still remember clearly that I was trying to emulate Raistlin Majere, Dragonlance Chronicles of famous character, dressed in dark overalls with a hood. Hood who often wore in class, making me ridiculous.
But then, as were a jacket, was also a way to put on display at the same time. Last year I noticed that all in all I do and I did strange things exclusively for showing off, to be in the spotlight. Artificial as little else False.
Thanks to my best friend is not virtual (for now let's call him Andrew), I have opened my eyes, and I longed to be more true as possible, and do not fool myself. I embraced my feelings and my emotions with all my might, and I started to be more spontaneous. It also came with the spontaneity is something surprising. It 'started in me a process of humanization. I started to become sympathetic, and also to move me with ease. The sincere tears, and the desire not to lose what I had on hand for so long.
"I love you." these words spoken so often without thinking, actually have a great significance. Dad, Mom, My sister Clare. Uncles, cousins. I have always had close, but I feel that I have not appreciated enough. Beginning to feel a relative ungrateful. For my Aunt Laura, who died a few years ago. I was more sad for my mom, who lost her sister, for her as such. However, the relationship with my aunt was not so bad! I had just always around. Loved me, I know. But this, with my conscience that, I touched less, because I was not able to see beyond his ways a bit 'perfectionists and its seriousness. I sensed his gentleness, but I did not realized. Perception and knowledge are two different levels.
is now, after many years, and I regret that I have under guilt for not having seen enough! The ties are important things that must be cultivated, and now I'm aware of. And now that are relatively far from all my uncles and cousins, I understand what I lost. It is so life. You realize that you value something only when you're losing or have already lost. The pain brings knowledge, in a sense. The day before yesterday, one of my many aunts and one of my many cousins, came to see the house where my father is planning to live in the future, after having restructured. I came to cry, because I saw them more as so often happened to me when I lived above his head.
Now that my sister lives with her boyfriend, I started to embrace it, because I love her and I'm afraid of losing it. Despite all this, however, is an achievement. It 'a step to reach the true self, and purges by the Lie, reaching more total harmony.
However, what surprised me is that although they are still alive, I do not think most grandparents have. I do not want to be bad, but they are not what they were before, old age progresses, bringing with him as senile dementia, disease, and a certain amount of nonsense. I see the shells living, barely walking corpses, animated by a mind now not so healthy. Simulacra terrifying than they were years ago, and a demonstration of the can be terribly sad old age.
It 's like angels when they see the happy mortal in their stupidity and inferiority, and feel pity and suffer because they have an intelligence and a conscience like theirs.
"Can not get to the real secret if you do not notice all the love. "
It was a matter of years before I get rid of most of my jacket. Groped to make the hard (with poor results by the way) I is not no good. I still remember clearly that I was trying to emulate Raistlin Majere, Dragonlance Chronicles of famous character, dressed in dark overalls with a hood. Hood who often wore in class, making me ridiculous.
But then, as were a jacket, was also a way to put on display at the same time. Last year I noticed that all in all I do and I did strange things exclusively for showing off, to be in the spotlight. Artificial as little else False.
Thanks to my best friend is not virtual (for now let's call him Andrew), I have opened my eyes, and I longed to be more true as possible, and do not fool myself. I embraced my feelings and my emotions with all my might, and I started to be more spontaneous. It also came with the spontaneity is something surprising. It 'started in me a process of humanization. I started to become sympathetic, and also to move me with ease. The sincere tears, and the desire not to lose what I had on hand for so long.
"I love you." these words spoken so often without thinking, actually have a great significance. Dad, Mom, My sister Clare. Uncles, cousins. I have always had close, but I feel that I have not appreciated enough. Beginning to feel a relative ungrateful. For my Aunt Laura, who died a few years ago. I was more sad for my mom, who lost her sister, for her as such. However, the relationship with my aunt was not so bad! I had just always around. Loved me, I know. But this, with my conscience that, I touched less, because I was not able to see beyond his ways a bit 'perfectionists and its seriousness. I sensed his gentleness, but I did not realized. Perception and knowledge are two different levels.
is now, after many years, and I regret that I have under guilt for not having seen enough! The ties are important things that must be cultivated, and now I'm aware of. And now that are relatively far from all my uncles and cousins, I understand what I lost. It is so life. You realize that you value something only when you're losing or have already lost. The pain brings knowledge, in a sense. The day before yesterday, one of my many aunts and one of my many cousins, came to see the house where my father is planning to live in the future, after having restructured. I came to cry, because I saw them more as so often happened to me when I lived above his head.
Now that my sister lives with her boyfriend, I started to embrace it, because I love her and I'm afraid of losing it. Despite all this, however, is an achievement. It 'a step to reach the true self, and purges by the Lie, reaching more total harmony.
However, what surprised me is that although they are still alive, I do not think most grandparents have. I do not want to be bad, but they are not what they were before, old age progresses, bringing with him as senile dementia, disease, and a certain amount of nonsense. I see the shells living, barely walking corpses, animated by a mind now not so healthy. Simulacra terrifying than they were years ago, and a demonstration of the can be terribly sad old age.
It 's like angels when they see the happy mortal in their stupidity and inferiority, and feel pity and suffer because they have an intelligence and a conscience like theirs.
"Can not get to the real secret if you do not notice all the love. "
