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We should picture how drop-dead gorgeous our life would be if we visited for a while the places where magic is born every day.


Anyway, the good times are yet to come...

The new year started and I’ll get it up. During the last year I got beaten, but now I’ll get through the most narrow pathes that fate wants to send me with my heart full of hope. My power stands in the sunlights reflecting on the sea’s surface. It is hidden inside the beauty of the nature even in the hardest weather. Otherwise, my power also stands inside myself by knowing the deep and fair will of my deeds. I wallow in the freedom by leaving the old prejudices and preconceptions that lapse. Everybody has the power of the happines beside, but it is so usual that nobody realizes it is so near!
During the last year, I got beaten, and many times I got angry, and maybe I got older than the year before. Sometimes, all of a sudden, life gets us older. Most times, hard times turn us into strange beings who don’t know how to go ahead. Many times I didn’t know how to go ahead, but I went ahead, I went forward, And I’m right here, right now, hoping a better future, having confidence in life despite what I suffered and even though I know that anyone is subjected to an unsafe future. Life is a gift. The very existence is a gift. Before we existed, we didn’t have anything; now, we have a lot of blessings, a lot of privileges. I know we have reasons to claim and to wish more and more justice, but I’m sure that we have more reasons to be grateful than claim or get sore. The good is stronger than the evil, and the future will be better.

In the world, there are a lot of places where magic is born every day. We don’t get these places often enough. We should picture how drop-dead gorgeous our life would be if we visited for a while every day these places. And likely these places are inside ourselves, in our way of watching the world around us. Many people ask what is wonderful about imagining worlds of fantasy, but I’m not talking about fantasy but about reality; I’m not talking about traditional beauty, but about a beauty that is hidden even in the ugly face of the landscape. Sometimes, this beauty stands even in the invisible realities around us; the realities that awake asleep memories or forgotten knowledges. The world is as we watch it, because everybody builts his own world. Has anybody ever pictured himself or herself moving to these world after a long time of mediocrity?

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