all have a fight. All. I have mine and you yours. Nobody would be happier, is exempt from any fight. Or had it, or will have it, but there is always. A fight involving pain, loss, wounds, tears, pain, suffering, discomfort ... but one thing is certain, every fight has an end, and there is a winner and a loser. I want to win my fight ... the question is: what or who I fight against?, I have not very clear. Sometimes I think I struggle with myself, sometimes I hate everyone, sometimes I think of "love" that have passed through my life and I wish them the worst. Sometimes I feel sad, I feel alone in this world, then I fight against my loneliness. Days only, currently only ... Then come back to fight. Again and again. There are days that I struggle with my brain, trying to take new ideas, new things ... but it is impossible. Then I fight. Sometimes I wonder why I had this life ... because this country, this time ... "I expected something?, Then come back to fight with my destiny. What will be my mission in this world? What should I do? "Where to go? ... I guess they are questions that everyone ever does. I want someone focus, direct the traffic of my life to avoid blocks and hours pic. Then come back to fight because it is not that person. And so ... fight and fight. And worst of all no is always fighting ... but knowing that did not win, or rather to lose. But I have hopes ... that someday I will win my fight, and be happy. Yes sir, I will be happy.
SER.
SER.
