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There’re those less interesting weeks. Where it’s like being inside a soap bubble, watching outside through a blurred glaze. Those moments, god for questions to come out, again, bad for answers, to get less clear. But it has always been my story, bewildered mind owner.

It’s ok yeah, ‘cause that are moments in charge to give a birth to tomorrow’s expectations. You figure every day steps out, you understand the effort in making fruitful every past hour. You read, a lot, and train a tongue that often is twisted speaking another language. You free tension with restoring massages and work out sessions longer than ones you are use to. You survive a couple of days without money ‘cause you hadn’t been enough thrifty.

You learn how to break eggs in the proper way, without wrecking the yolk. You think that this has to concern with the job of growing up, with taking ourselves by hand step by step.

There’re those less interesting weeks, the ones you stop and think, and it’s fine.