Last night a pleasant memory came to my head, my mind began to spin between thoughts that I thought I had already forgotten, allusive images enveloped me along with cold and disordered feelings, a clear view of some moment in my life where I was happy.
I was at home around 12 noon, my work table was a total disaster, and my mood was not helping at all, I was very heavy, with an irritating headache that was suffocating my breathing, and the words that came out of my mouth were nothing more than simple insults.
There are times when I take a look into the future, projecting what my life will be like at a certain time, seeing myself accomplish the goals I would like to accomplish but it is still too early, giving some joy to a certain life that is complicated and difficult to explain. .
I use simple words, easy to explain and understand, a pastime that I love is writing useless thoughts without any meaning, but after reading and analyzing them, I realize that they really do make sense. What I write is philosophy, and without realizing it, as I write, the words make sense of each other.
Organizing my work table there are papers that in the past I believed had no importance, it was just paper, something easy to tear, but at a certain time I did not understand the value of what a simple piece of lined paper was.