Looking at old things I found a poem, it was a portrait of the past, memories came to me without any meaning, and the inevitable could not be contained...
Wandering nowhere, I walked the streets without any specific place, with my head pointing down and my hands stuck in my pockets, in my head I had abstract thoughts, with the role of not being able to meet my goals.
As I moved along the road, the clouds began to pass, the weather changed so that the sky cried, and while the cars honked their horns I continued splashing water, as if I didn't care, but inside I felt the opposite.
Little by little I was beginning to self-destruct myself, thinking is a discomfort that can threaten your life, causing depression and unleashing a bad mood. I have learned that we have a universe of thoughts and with just one word your emotions can change.
Let me say it, I have gone through moments of depression, anguish and torment, just as my happiness has reached its peak. All this is part of life, as an old wise man said, laughing one day and crying the next, these are phases that pass through us, and at this moment, I am not in my best version.
In a few words, this is how I characterize myself. With an uncool habit, “Many people call me.” Hateful and empathetic, “the opinions of others.” I'm still the same and I don't plan to change for anything.
My mother always told me…. “We live in the ups and downs, for one moment you are up, but the next you suddenly go down, and when you go up it costs you until your last breath, the scale is about balance and not wanting to always be on top.
Today I remember those verses, realizing that the wheel of fortune does not turn according to me, because, after all, after falling I continue to get up.