Isn’t it supposed to be a sad thought, it’s just a thought?Sometimes, after being old, after being fat, after being strong, almost giant, we experience the fragility of being powerless in the face of life. passing thought? It might even be good to make way for those moments when people get rid of all the armor of resistance and stay there, silently, leaving themselves powerless for a while.
Have you thought about giving up? I’ve said in my mind countless times, “It’s not enough for me, it’s enough!” And mentally, I left, wearing only my clothes, no destiny, no plan, I just started walking, shedding uncontrolled tears, until I felt empty.
- Then.
- When I found myself.
- The walk was imaginary.
- But the real.
- Sincere tears flowed through all that stubborn anguish hanging in my chest.
- Squeezing my ability to be optimistic.
- Especially.
But I wasn’t brave enough for that. It takes courage to drop everything, everyone, to retreat to a box and let the dust of time cover our inability to face reality. Am I not so brave?
Then, at most, I sit for a moment in the middle of nowhere, I allow myself the fragility that I have hidden in me, I cry, I turn around, I collapse, I do not look at anything and I see myself starting, abandoning everything, seeing a path with infinite possibilities and sitting in the middle of it, tired and fallen, I refuse to move on.
I give up everything, until a noise breaks this immersion in me and brings me back to reality, I clean my face and neck soaked in tears and slowly raise my head to one side, was empty enough not to have the courage to give up ?I don’t even know how to do that?
All I know how to do is empty myself and keep walking. Fragile inside? But hardly anyone knows, and I’m not going to tell you.