It 's been a year, flying and walking. To me it seems like yesterday to have put his signature or attachment that curriculum that allowed me to do what I'm doing. Water under the bridge, where we saw many think.
Especially since then have passed so many faces, a bit 'like sunsets and sunrises. Someone left, someone came in a bursting .... Others have returned successfully, others have proved, and blossomed, eventually. And as always, someone has left either by choice or fault, or for obvious necessity, has withered via removing everything.
I still do not realize, to focus on where they are. As always, do not get what I got, and I almost always focus on what is missing. Something of course, other things are less so. The problem is that it seems to me to live every day the same day without news. And a certain indolent sloth at the bottom prevents me from moving towards it.
observe my teachers, my superiors, my friends, and patients are so different that some coriander, and spread of life. There is no time to listen, you should remove the drapes in a hurry and do enter the next. But something filters, and only there one can sense that sometimes you an enormous ass and you do not realize.
I have yet to understand many things about me, and it is strange, because I know exactly what is missing is that I do not know how to get there. More than one thing to achieve. I actually would be enough alone and just be a better person than that, leave the perceived defects are known, but the reality is that I can not. I could repeat that are the colors, the shades of the picture that I can be .. but the reality is that they are little excuse for not starting, not to change the battery of the car, and to some extent remain so.
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