This is an ordinary story. It arises from an evening with friends and the dream of finally being raised. Someone has calculated its purpose and gave a cut to the choices of the past, there are those who suffer the shame of having been shown the door, who comes to terms with the sons and daughters that require time and attention, and there are those who, by coincidence, he found nice people with whom to spend a Saturday and then another and another.
Surely the personal history of each desk marks their intentions and interests.
I start, I walk, I move to a new phase of life. A stage where I would not be the absolute center, but a place to start. Yes, because until recently, very recently, I was not counting anything for myself. Nesun estimate, no known value, only errors, glaring miscalculations, including statistics and nonsense, and the latter a long, impressive, never-ending procession lasted almost 50 years ... All those I have now, in practice!
The new way to approach my life has given me, and me still, a look more 'long', more 'careful: now choose a weight of those who attend, who can tell me what.
These new acquaintances seemed promising. I have not budgeted nor those friendships for life and death, nor stories of love and passion to lose sleep: just a good company to share some light-hearted evening. And I enjoyed it.
Pero ', I came across a person, among them, which I think has not yet really made a summation of his life. And almost immediately I had the impression of dealing with an adult only age. A teenager who does not know what he wants and fears so that others choose for her, for him, what could be good for herself.
and surrounded himself with friends he considers friends, but which does not trust at all.
This person has embroidered a story about my good faith. Have you thought of me things that I do not know. He also bore the responsibility to me ' to want to build a future.
What a disappointment.
