And you think that you can always win, that you're invincible, that with you the world beggins and stops.
You are amused by everything or anything, and if any black thought passes through your mind, you instantly elude it because no, no one can harm you.
And everyone is wondering how do you resist, proud ... and giving the impression that everything is extremely simple, although you know very well that, when night falls, the feeling that tomorrow you will not be able to do those things anymore is at its core. And you struggle ...
But the next day you understand that you have no time to complain about anything, because there is nobody supporting you, no one there for you, no one near you. You are alone, and if for a moment you show weakness, you will suffer not only yourself ... but everyone you care about.
And in this crazy rush, you forget you should set some limits. You repeated so many times, "I can. I can do anything " that the adrenaline is rising, minute by minute ...
And one day, an ordinary day, that mechanism stops, is broken. And it hurts. Physically. Because you want to be the person you left behind in order to achieve greatness, but you can’t.
And then it hurts even more. Because you're afraid of what's going to happen.
Although you know well what to choose, what to do, what to fight for. I know .
