days of hard labor. Fatigue
to go straight ahead, without distraction, without getting lost, without wasting energy. Fatigue
especially in not wanting to miss no aspect of my life.
And I know that here is the critical point: the tendency to grind with his head down concentrating on what scares me from time to time or affects me more.
Fatigue: derived from "Fatis" meaning crack, crack.
Fatigue: open a crack in its limits. Fatigue
that means pushing the limits.
Then I stop, I look around this house still new, still living.
I stop looking at me from outside while I decide to stop, make coffee and sit here writing. After what seems to me very long.
Now it's better, I can see all the beauty of this moment and feel gratitude for my life and what I am.
And even for those who read me silently. Thanks.
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