one day I was drunk alcoholic beverages, I went I did not realize anything, remember this is a beacon in my life since that day I am careful to remain consistent, it is not always easy, but it is a direction, every morning I wake up saying, today I'm going to continue what I was doing yesterday, so I think to a realistic ideal, every day is a stone at the end of time will be a wall safe, some action that pushes me to do things I would not have this pressure, I would do nothing of the day, just waiting for the evening comes, because what can be really interesting in the life, money corrupts, power isolation, the flesh is sad, when I did I turn back to me, who am someone who thinks that counts in life, the thought has led to the lions in a cage, I am still what I am, it is a fact sufficient for my happiness, happiness is willing to live in hatred with a wool scarf or a hat while leather aviator way as it can face the rigors of winter, because each season is different, there are season one, two, three, four, and then it stops, it does not like more the look has changed, do not realize it is a collective sense, it seems to be alone to think something, and then you realize that is a lot to think the same thing, that is what you mean, I'm the owner of my thoughts and I have to share with strangers, what reassures me is that I know that my thoughts are interesting, so if other people think as me, it is surely interesting people, maybe one day will we meet, but this is not certain, the future is unimaginable