when is a child's life is spent in the breath of breath, the second pass without at any time you think of the next moment, it takes many years for projects that are lost in the future, moving from one extreme to the other, the human is never in equilibrium, he does not think child, adult thinks too much, it prevents it from being in this, it does not take advantage of the passing moment the joy of the moment, a joy greater than that of children, as it is with great effort that the adult comes to live with this, his desire takes him so far, while a deep breath, let us now it is evening, the day has passed I know not where, I tried to be as much as possible this is not always easy, they say it is a matter of practice, I would see well, what counts for me is to try, we are not required to have a result, it is not a race, you have the time, from the moment it starts , the time does the same again when you would just sigh and do nothing, daily advance in the right direction, it is filled with energy, hope grows, I am well