you; meters. One more year, one more digit, the more people behind him and less forward. I begin to climb this hill of life and begin to be petrified by the mountain that accumulate beneath my feet. To be a beacon, a reference from the relative height of the daily itinerary. Height
charging in your backpack, inevitably, nostalgia. And it is this, which allows us to bow down, sit down during the climb to watch the Reger we leave behind. All weight each time, preventing us from looking further up in an exciting, naive, to be enthralled by what we could and left.
AOnce again, each time in a bunch over years, now more and more repeatable, predictable and misleading. The perspective based on a year between years is getting more confusing, tumultuous and despicable. The experience has that burning fire that sweeps over and over again by the same fields of memory, so it is eager for new unexplored forests, new experiences to consume. Like fire, you can not have the same experience twice in the same forest, because it already was "devastated" the first time. Child so we went from being surrounded by a forest wild and untamed adult to have an entire landscapedefined horizons and wilderness.
While there are still major summit to explore. Not to mention the understory not yet ravaged by consuming experience.
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