two days ago, served four years. The blog, I say. And like many people when they are many years old, the blog and I decided not to celebrate. We are already too old for celebrations.
Because he and I thought the same thing lately: Is this really all?
We are stuck on many occasions, not lacking in creativity, that we still have, but stuck. Paradoxically feel stuck in this world that has so few obstacles.
intangible In this universe, the rules are clear. Write your opinion, find people who think like you or at least they like the writing. Then you'll be master of the absolute truth because, although it will also have discordant with your text, most do not know and if by chance you do, it will be because they use your information against you or because they leave a written record of their opinion to the contrary elsewhere on the Web, creating blind pride struggles that destroy rather than build.
No, this can not be everything. There must be something else, but what?
Is not this the same thinking that plagues people in the midlife crisis years? My blog is in this sense, early.
Photo: The day I turned four years.
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