How many times I wanted to pull the plug on the heart, turn off your mind and simply continue to exist without life, without joy and disappointment. I am fascinated by the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a sort of automaton, who lets it all slip on and goes on his way: no peaks, no fall. When the pain gets you deep inside, come to think that you could give even the good times so as not to prove the negative ones only want to take refuge in your glass tower, to watch the world pass in front of you, the life that touch you without touch.
It happened to me once. After yet another disappointment, I did not feel any emotion I felt frozen, protected by a shell, away from emotions. It 'was a strange sensation, disarming, almost comfortable ... After years of tears, her eyes were dry, the soul at rest, but was gone from his eyes even light, there was no trace of smiles, no hopes.
You can choose not to live, but life will still chases, sneaks into your shelter, you cling to the sleeve and pulls you out, you can not escape, no promises, indeed, betray you again and will push back into this refuge, but you can not help but believe in yourself and to abandon its vortex, because life is this: to reach very high peaks, from which the landscape is intensely beautiful and moving, and then slid down to the valley, slamming everywhere and finding himself face to the ground with his body all bruised.
You can choose to exist, of course, but life will choose for you, without choice.
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