Some time ago my friend Jack wrote that life is like a puzzle where the pieces difficult to find the right place. I see it more as a path where the difficulty is to choose the right path. Does not matter where this road takes you, the important thing is that it is the best place for you.
I'm fine, despite the injuries, I'm fine. I found the balance slowly, I can be myself always, and this is important for me, because when it is not so suffer. They are a really bad actor. My balance made of small things. The smiles of the people, a Tennent's drink with friends or alone, of people I love, dreams big and small in the drawer. To put away dreams and others to accept. The feeling of being alive and the desire to paint a picture with the colors you want.
Someone told me that I do not know exactly what I want. I think it's true.
It 'hard to go to seek dreams you put off telling you who did more for you that you were burned because it made you think of the cask outlets. It 'hard to do with rationality.
Someone told me that I'm afraid. Definitely. Many things, to look beneath the ashes and see if it really is and understand all off down there. Much better not to look and think it's just ashes.
Maybe it will be a missed opportunity which I regret, or maybe not, I only understand and look inside. And be convinced. Maybe it's not yet time, it is better to wait to make sure everything is really under the ash off. And do not risk it. Or maybe my way is another and is enclosed in some of the big and small dreams.
Certainly I can say that I spoke with Dragonfly and well spoken with her there. I can listen and tell me what is right. Already this is a beautiful thing that makes me feel myself.
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