E 'a long time since I was a desire to write like that, straight off, without thinking. I'm taking revenge on all of this dark period. And I had created the dark, trying to repress this desire, this passion. Words perhaps thrown down by chance, but nothing happens by accident. If words are not so much in that order, there is definitely a reason. Although I can not see it right away.
Also this gives me proof that I have a brain, and it works better than I had ever admitted. I dream, I hope, like all m'incazzo. But I know why.
That which I would have shocked to feel rage now I'm more angry than before, I'm not ashamed anymore. The shame is for my fellow men who, although having a brain, do not. To keep people away, to avoid like the plague. People whose very afraid.
E 'instead come up with beautiful people who talk about these things and more, and I have the great fortune to have found someone with whom to do so. This person, perhaps unwittingly, has managed to show me and take the road more important than to myself. It made me open my eyes to many aspects of life to which I was almost brought to intuition, perhaps, but still I was not able to actually see. Now I can not. With the changes I made in recent years, but thanks to his company.
We tend to underestimate the influence that people have on us, and always manage to focus only on negative influences. This time it is not: I was already time to certain types of change even before we met, her presence is merely "accelerated" certain processes. Because it was time to happen, because it was the right time.
Nothing happens by chance, I've already said.
Talking, explaining, arguing, believe in something, and always compare them: this is just a human being a man. Or a woman. Indignant for a common cause, each with their own beliefs, but always for the same reason. Lay bare his own being through art and words. Put together the mind, heart and hands. Why who is capable of this will never be underestimated. Can be taken seriously short, may be considered crazy, may perhaps be somewhat feared (because intelligence is often bothers), but never, never, be underestimated.
I spent my life to underestimate myself and the only result is that the world has behaved in the same way. I was wrong. So what are my strengths, and I want to strengthen them even more, until I can do that, I know what my limits are and I want to do in order to meet and exceed those impassable and cut those that can and should be killed.
I've always tried not to admit it, but growing up in an environment in which the position was never well seen has left deep scars in me. Signs that I am able, little by little, to erase. I would say that from that point of view, much of the work was done. But there is still much work to do to reach the ideal level. I know I have the strength to do it with some success. And, most important, and beautiful, I know I am not alone in this. There are those who believed and believe in me, and only know this gives me so much of that force in more than you'll hardly believe it.
But I do not care if anyone believes it or not: this is my life, this is what I live and I want to hold it tight, because time is not returns. It waits for no one! The
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