one day, one should live one day, in the morning you wake up, we hurry, we do whatever it takes, the hours spent in joy at noon we are in the middle, it is as full as empty, then is immersed in the evening, several hours before disappearing, but that's not how it works, all of these unnecessary days swinging in a rope, we were ready to walk, but it took and wait, time lost, he did not catch up, we grow old because of that, if lived fully every moment we would be not so old, so I'm not complaining, I am where I am, I open my door, it's fine, everything is there, I do not elsewhere, I focus on me, no problem is in progress, I am far from my first day, am i far from my last, it I do not care, I am optimistic, if I die one day, not too bad,  not too good, i love life, and if I am an optimist I believe that life likes me, I have to suffer events  that wonder average effort to reach a situation acceptable, every one has his personnal  vision,that is the problem, to get to understand each other it is already necessary to pass over his personal vision, sometimes there not happen and we stay stuck at home, it's less fun, but with age it is understandable that the time of the exchange is dotted, it is not permanent, often you are alone to think, we are the solution of the problem, and then you don't think to it, that's how the brain can cause conflict between people, because it does not seek union with others,he does everything in his corner and the day when we're together is the cacophony, everyone speaks the same time, time is lost