... and the story continues into new areas.
Although he avoided in every way to expose myself personally in a public place and let flow the flow of my thoughts at the mercy of others' eyes, today I am here to open this page.
Why? I do not even know me. Perhaps because there are days when I think it is worthwhile to share my thoughts with someone else. Perhaps
for myself, because nowadays it is much easier to have a keyboard in front rather than a sheet of paper and a pen for jotting down thoughts, ideas and suggestions for more.
But it could also be useful to only a blank page to remind people, events and situations that I will not forget later, when apparently no longer have importance.
's just a matter of perspective. Everything that happens, even the slightest change to our daily lives we change the path we are following.
Yes, this blog will make millions of metaphors and psychological and philosophical pseudoriflessioni because I like them a lot! Always. Also that it can carry out this project with continuity. Thing they know is not entirely known, but at the same time is quite possible she sees I am surprised myself.
And it's funny how you change your view of things over time, gradually.
I have a diary. I gave it to my mom when I was 12. I remember a joke I had to put in a can of Dixan attacked in a way that does not go unnoticed and had made a huge pack. When I saw this paccone I imagined that there could be inside of it all! And then discarded, and seeing him saddened I vacuum a lot. Then I noticed this diary (those with the lucchettino phony to pretend that no one could open it except the owner) and my face still had not appeared to hint of a smile, followed by a polite "thank you" ... I really did not conceal my deep disappointment.
Mom told me that one day I would have appreciated that gift if I made good use ... and he was right. I've never been assiduous in writing, but I have continuously updated the most important moments of my life.
The beauty now is to see how they are changed. Like some other things have happened slowly and out of the blue. The beauty is my review and feel that life is not so simple and ordinary as I happen to think in a few moments of discomfort.
I reached goals and achieving results to be proud of who inspire me to ask more and more, both to myself and to the other.
In this case, ask for myself is to give greater importance to that meeting, that attracts my attention and my interest. Do not just write the page of a diary once every 3 months or more. Because in the midst of this time many things are lost and it is a pity.
So here's my page online. Here, at last, my Little Nest MTA.
Although he avoided in every way to expose myself personally in a public place and let flow the flow of my thoughts at the mercy of others' eyes, today I am here to open this page.
Why? I do not even know me. Perhaps because there are days when I think it is worthwhile to share my thoughts with someone else. Perhaps
for myself, because nowadays it is much easier to have a keyboard in front rather than a sheet of paper and a pen for jotting down thoughts, ideas and suggestions for more.
But it could also be useful to only a blank page to remind people, events and situations that I will not forget later, when apparently no longer have importance.
's just a matter of perspective. Everything that happens, even the slightest change to our daily lives we change the path we are following.
Yes, this blog will make millions of metaphors and psychological and philosophical pseudoriflessioni because I like them a lot! Always. Also that it can carry out this project with continuity. Thing they know is not entirely known, but at the same time is quite possible she sees I am surprised myself.
And it's funny how you change your view of things over time, gradually.
I have a diary. I gave it to my mom when I was 12. I remember a joke I had to put in a can of Dixan attacked in a way that does not go unnoticed and had made a huge pack. When I saw this paccone I imagined that there could be inside of it all! And then discarded, and seeing him saddened I vacuum a lot. Then I noticed this diary (those with the lucchettino phony to pretend that no one could open it except the owner) and my face still had not appeared to hint of a smile, followed by a polite "thank you" ... I really did not conceal my deep disappointment.
Mom told me that one day I would have appreciated that gift if I made good use ... and he was right. I've never been assiduous in writing, but I have continuously updated the most important moments of my life.
The beauty now is to see how they are changed. Like some other things have happened slowly and out of the blue. The beauty is my review and feel that life is not so simple and ordinary as I happen to think in a few moments of discomfort.
I reached goals and achieving results to be proud of who inspire me to ask more and more, both to myself and to the other.
In this case, ask for myself is to give greater importance to that meeting, that attracts my attention and my interest. Do not just write the page of a diary once every 3 months or more. Because in the midst of this time many things are lost and it is a pity.
So here's my page online. Here, at last, my Little Nest MTA.
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