I had hardly sat down, Mrs. Imagination began to explain to me that the only art that can explain everything in life is music. I agreed and nodded, as if I understood. Imagination is sometimes that witty, or it gives you answers to teaspoons or at once. It helped me a lot to make sense of something, since I was in deep depression, bound by deep chains of unfathomable pain.
Suddenly, the imagination, with his invisible finger, He pointed to some flies that had landed on our table. They were there like nothing, standing with his paws everywhere; they didn't care that those same little legs had just landed, a few moments, in dog shit. The lesson was simple: everyone despises flies, no one receives them on their arm or face without a strong desire to kill them, or at least to drive them away, and yet they are there, flying insolent everywhere, without caring that nobody wants their existence. They rub their legs in a frenzy, like excited, at the slightest hint that shit is near. The contempt of others does not restrict your will to exist; with their lively insolence they dedicate themselves to being, to be, to live.
Seeing things from the angle of flies speaks of an iron will to get up day by day and move on .
Congratulations Aaron
Moral, that you are worth mothers what others think, continue with your goal of being happy
Very good sir,from the most insignificant event you can take a message that can change your perspective.
Congratulations Aaron.
As annoying as amazing. As undesirable as occasionally necessary. Conveniently always there. Excellent, regards!
Hasta de las moscas tenemos que aprender 🙂
Interesante reflexión y un uso de las palabras muy atento. Me encantó!
Espero leer pronto algo más
Saludos Aaron 🙂