This year is over. In a few hours you draw the bottles and say goodbye to 2008.
2008, great year for me, full of emotions, important things, the year of the targets.
reports do not usually do but my mother reminded me today that I have nothing to reproach to 2008 and he's right. It 's been faster if I look at it now that I get close to midnight on his last day and yet, I walked many, many small steps, walk along dirt roads and they gave me a different awareness. It depends on us, everything depends on us: can we really be able to change our way, we can be able to expand our views, to slough off our prejudices towards life. Of course often is not all as we thought and indeed in most of the time this life you care about ... showing you how you want to see it and not as it really is. Just then perhaps you can understand that it is illusory point of view ... it is the lie we tell ourselves every day, we tell the lie to our self-centeredness that ends up being just as the point of view of being more centralized the world, man. If you grow as I grew up I think the world outside is just a fantastic family of continuous mill white, that everyone will understand what you are special. Of course you know that you have to prove that every moment to be winning horse, the one where your have staked their bet, the one that came to hear in the fourth grade and they were proud in front of an assembly hall packed. I felt the weight of it is true that it can not be wrong, I felt the emotional pressure to stay all night in front of a pc for my thesis. I dressed in red, I put on my shoes to walk and went to get my ... what was that piece of paper which I then hung in the room. My degree is hung to the left of the flag poster Pausini. It was not just a piece of paper, it was not ... it was a step towards a higher social rung. And now I watch it every night before bed becomes the impetus for continue. In October I started to study, I enrolled in the specialist and for the first time I felt the benches in the right place, the air we breathed was the air that I always tried to go home ... I ... understood that no matter how long it takes and how hard it is to reach your dream ... it's beautiful. The journey is more beautiful than the dream itself because you learn to look with different eyes. I have been able to look at sometimes, sometimes I was deceived, I have judged other too well, others too bad but in the end, I have heard it all with heart and patience if I'm wrong. Before me I have another year to recover and to go wrong again if necessary.
2008, great year for me, full of emotions, important things, the year of the targets.
reports do not usually do but my mother reminded me today that I have nothing to reproach to 2008 and he's right. It 's been faster if I look at it now that I get close to midnight on his last day and yet, I walked many, many small steps, walk along dirt roads and they gave me a different awareness. It depends on us, everything depends on us: can we really be able to change our way, we can be able to expand our views, to slough off our prejudices towards life. Of course often is not all as we thought and indeed in most of the time this life you care about ... showing you how you want to see it and not as it really is. Just then perhaps you can understand that it is illusory point of view ... it is the lie we tell ourselves every day, we tell the lie to our self-centeredness that ends up being just as the point of view of being more centralized the world, man. If you grow as I grew up I think the world outside is just a fantastic family of continuous mill white, that everyone will understand what you are special. Of course you know that you have to prove that every moment to be winning horse, the one where your have staked their bet, the one that came to hear in the fourth grade and they were proud in front of an assembly hall packed. I felt the weight of it is true that it can not be wrong, I felt the emotional pressure to stay all night in front of a pc for my thesis. I dressed in red, I put on my shoes to walk and went to get my ... what was that piece of paper which I then hung in the room. My degree is hung to the left of the flag poster Pausini. It was not just a piece of paper, it was not ... it was a step towards a higher social rung. And now I watch it every night before bed becomes the impetus for continue. In October I started to study, I enrolled in the specialist and for the first time I felt the benches in the right place, the air we breathed was the air that I always tried to go home ... I ... understood that no matter how long it takes and how hard it is to reach your dream ... it's beautiful. The journey is more beautiful than the dream itself because you learn to look with different eyes. I have been able to look at sometimes, sometimes I was deceived, I have judged other too well, others too bad but in the end, I have heard it all with heart and patience if I'm wrong. Before me I have another year to recover and to go wrong again if necessary.
