I used to always finish what I started, but lately I feel like I feel tired, little by little I do nothing, no wash  the dishes, dust passes between my legs, how did I get here, nothing has changed in my life, no shock, I argue at the same rate, is it my internal clock that has suddenly switched from the other hand, the downward stops at nothing, I was well and now I must fight to try to keep the same level, I must go see a doctor, but which one, I am not sick I do not want to have anxiolytic or antidepressant that completely disrupt the balance of body, I would have found someone who understands what I have and directs me to a soothing spirituality, a road course without a fault confessed I've never done anything in my life that may justify an indictment, if I was born one day, it's not my fault, who planned this departure, which is responsible, it is them to explain human existence, for my part I try not to judge others, and in my relationships I am trying to find a balance between recognition of my ability to disturb the established order and violence generated by jealousy of what I am, is it through weariness of this struggle to accept what I am, I'm starting to not feel like doing the little things of everyday life,