The time

in #poetry6 years ago

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Years go by faster every day and with them, lots of thing go but also, lots of things comes too.

Close paths open and the open ones close, and them, the questions start to arrive, ”What could have happened if that path hadn’t closed or if that other one had opened.”

We waste time in questions like those when the answer, that response nothing, is clear; if it closed is because it has nothing for you any longer.

Dissatisfied, evidently, as you feel when you hear an unintelligible whisper that you never knew what it was but will always remember you heard it.

Fight, of course, that’s how you show you deserve something, that you want something; and even though sometimes you don’t make it, you learn. Learning? Why? If at the very end, we end up in the same. True, but when that happens we know some things and even though we don’t notice, it’s never the same.

Sometimes, the best fight is in the calm, in patience, in waiting; sometimes silence and quiet are the best answers, we just need to understand every clue and like an epiphany you notice that there is nothing to look for and that you just need to keep going while that which took another path, if it was for you, goes back to your path, with more thing to offer and more experience; if it doesn’t come back to you, it wasn’t for you and new things will come.

It might sound tedious, it’s true, nature made us impatiens but we make ourselves wise, and to be wise, my dear, we can’t be impatiens because there are things that, in that way, are incomprehensible.

Letter from who has lived to whom still has to live.

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