understanding me

Today I woke up sad, I do not know how or why. The emptiness that locks my chest and the pain that clouds my mind discourages any will to walk and desire to remain. I put my feet on the ground and at the end of dawn, I imagined in the memory the nostalgia of a solitude, knowing that it lives in the sphere of invisibility. When walking, my heart felt more than nine injuries, those that forge the pain of an absence, those that led to the imagination, a host of loves, leaving around me a legacy of peace, joy, love, fraternity, and also of Much sadness.

A temporary regression brought to mind those days when the company was on my side, came to my search, to take me to fulfill my first responsibilities, one of them the educational ones; and that image painted two tears of nostalgia on my cheeks.

While it took strength, the morning sun, was building the memory, the majestic look, wrapped in the sincerity of a claim (for the time that made them wait in moments) and in turn, nuances of joy, to receive a posteriori a strange game of hands that in movement traced the celebration of a new dawn. The magical nature could sustain and project feelings so distant in the briefness of a second.

I think that many of us, when we suffer from loneliness, in particular I constantly reflect on the learning I got in my experiences with the company, and between smiles that are drawn naturally, I end up getting results that approach relevant dimensions of the human. Therefore, I learned to understand life in the third dimension.

Live under the glow that comes from the majestic twilights of the city, I had breakfast with the solidary look, to be able to feel the hope of all those who saw me born, grow up, and wish to die; I think this is priceless.

I live in a magical world of hope and dream, where utopia feeds the exciting uncertainty, and the rare reality of my desire to remain. I live in a project that is and is not, that every day finds its reason for being and what deserves to be simply rejected.

I live with joys, sorrows, disappointments, loves and friendships. Solitudes that in the muted silence claim me for decisions that are irrational reasons; as the truth. I live in the politics of being in you and in everyone; I live in the sociology that is to understand your life while you live it.

Written by Jhon A. Romero.-

@ JhonRomero22