"Forgive yourself" they say,
"Forgive yourself. Once and for all".
They told me that. They care about me, everyday. Like a child with fear of growing up, I was laying on the floor. Just scared and thinking: "What's next?"
I noticed a process in my mind, that maybe it is the way it has to be: Pain, right now, is my only process to find what I love and what I want. As imperfect beings, we don't like pain. We're not projected to like pain, but some of us accept pain as a process of discovery and almost pleasure, to reach something that is impossible in this planet by now: perfection. Perfectionism, is in fact, based in a loop full of pleasuring pain, making us think, we're almost there, but we're just looking at our mirror asking God "how much time, do I have to wait?"
— personal words for something personal, 2018
