I've always said: I do not like having to choose. And that does not mean you make choices all the time: the clothes I wear in the mornings, the food I eat lunch when the typeface I write tests ... but when you start adding up the amount of choices and decisions you make every day, we collapse the non-stop. Makes you want to decant things alone and taken to port. Many "courses" of my life have been like ... less domestic decisions that I refuse to do and I hope they make themselves ... almost by divine grace things "happen" and I only live, no more complex than that.
strategy has worked, but they come a time when it is no longer enough. When I had to choose a career, I had no need to analyze the options, when I was working I had to decide to resign was the best option, convincing me that it was a failure. When I had to choose Desuc-Isuc di me around and around to see where there were more projection. Major decisions of student life and work. And so I realized I missed everything and I have not even bothered to think how I want to finally take the ship.
can I get having to turn me into this again and again ... and I'd have to worry more about my family, my love life, whether I want to marry and when to have children, if I want to travel the world or go to a mountain hermit. But no, despite my pajero, my life is work and study ... and so I'm eating again and again, until there comes a shake-up and start again. I love having everything so clear that even had no need to question why or what for, and live ... forget what I think the rest and just follow my instincts ... how many times I've done has been bad, but still I can not validate as a method of life.
And here I am with insomnia ... with the tight throat ... face wet with tears that had spilled in months (if you are the hormones or something else, nor do I care), trying to clear my head and my thoughts. That desire to get lost in a hug, talk about "poto" and the "peak" by carioca play of beer without feeling guilty ... and look for reasons for not sending everything to the top of the hill, and there are many: I love what I do and where I do, but I am intolerant to criticism, and it kills me ... and blocked me. After sleeping
may find more meaningful things ... I wish it were so. I would like to be able to say everything I think ... and move on, without these stones constantly kicking ... and my feet hurt so much kick.
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