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While not properly applied the term, was more elegant for the title of this post.
Some time ago I've been driving idea is that humans must urgently idealize their existence to live.
do I mean by this to idealize their existence?? Well, I've noticed that every time I'm thinking and imagining things, most of my life. I imagine these things about my life, are usually "idealizations" of it.
You never imagine going out second, or not getting what he wanted. But it goes further. Even if we have what we want or have enough to be happy, nevertheless a human being can find something more "ideal." We never achieved.
On the one hand it may seem right, you could say "dreaming is free", yes, but free up to that point. You could also say that this "will never enough" is good but would be inconsistent and humanity had not acquired all the accomplishments to this day.
I've noticed that romanticize everything. People idealize, romanticize what we have, but even more what we have.
And let's see, what is the problem if that person is not ideal?? Does not cease to be a person, and maybe a great person, obviously not ideal, we know that human being is not perfect nor perfectible not lied to us. The continuously idealize people can not carry to lose its essence, what we truly are, for better or for worse it depends.
Why is it that we always need to idealize something? Why is it so difficult to accept reality as it is and how it is? It's so hard? It's so hard this life we \u200b\u200blive, do not think so. Then it must be something internal that leads us to do so. Or perhaps it is the human being which is by nature destined to live unhappy.
I think you have to make a clean with all this and would be good to learn to live enjoying what you have, when you have, and how they have and not waste so much time in looking for the famous fifth leg to the cat.
Ending a sentence of Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer:
"My happiness is that I appreciate what I have and do not wish to over what I have not. "

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the sky was painted bronze, brass and so unlike anything ..... Those mornings

ash and American coffee in which I immersed myself in the dam and I became a follower. True to the menthol and the daily newspaper, the sites forced internet chats and always .. those mornings became routine, habit, anxiety off a spit, with hints of incipient verbiage hyperactivity and sleeplessness. It's so easy to stick to certain things when there is an excessive need to forget, to heal, to let things flow, time ....

I became a slave to the books and photography, radio, letters that can make you bleed to be so certain of which can give you a break when he was dying, the ones that touch your soul and raise you , take you, lead you to hidden places as breaking all barriers, all the paradigms of the world.

Life became a little slower, the clock stopped importing and music for weeks they fed me a bite no one, I lost count of the hours in which I promised not think you do not miss you and remember every inch of my life, in every corner of my worn universe. There was a great calm in my world of trivial distractions and occasionally a rush of laughter visiting my den, my stash of reality that was not ready to face and chose to cover with brown curtains and a good argument.

teased me so much, so many situations and consequences of my actions, I made fun of myself and a strange mixture of tears, laughter robbed me of consistency, this was perhaps the only way I could wash me bitterness that I accumulated in the belly and began to travel around the body ... I made fun of life, those fairy tales and happy endings that I had invented you, I felt so stupid, so naive.

Until one day, one of those mornings of ash and American coffee came a tiny difference, a small light that began to flit through my head and realized that something had changed, it was time to switch off, closing doors my past and start this new journey that fills me with colors every day.


Bronze painted the sky this morning, is not all black and white .. I look so different from anything ..... Bronze

you.