in a recent attitude I realized my mistake, I thought it was possible to live without thinking about anything, or it is nothing, indeed he must think of everything, everything that matters anything that does not count, it has no time for the passing of time, the simple dream, now soft, smooth inconsistency, everything is fast, stressful one, two, three thousand, one hundred forty and so on of shenanigans, delays, but I'm a reason, we must move forward, it is now that it happens, there is no more time to lose, then so be it if that gene I have to move, this is my life, not theirs, I know where I'm going, I have no doubt, but if I could go faster, but no, it is not possible, it must go slowly, patiently, calmly, and after, but long after, maybe when I'm dead, they say, it was weird but life is strange, so what we do, we still have a little just to see how far you go, and life goes a little each time, and it is not lack of opportunities, it is experience that tells me all those days behind me n 'have more light, but I do not have the power to bring back to life, they are dead forever, oh well, life goes on as long as I'm alive, so it is true that everything is false, but it does not matter, I advance in a stable direction