I remember a once a child that prayed to god for a way to die, in a manner that he could weight all the miseries of the world as long as no one has to suffer more than they ought to be. That, being a martyr would be too easy to grab heaven. And so, I see myself, now... not believing in god but knowing that the more I suffer the more I can relate to the miseries of these humans. They way the love, the way the die, the way the hope, the way the lose.
Así, mi queja es solo el olvido de lo que desde niño siempre busqué. Espero regresar a mi centro y encontrar la paz del equilibrio al contemplar más de lo que mis sentidos me muestran.
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