You can not, do not try, leave it already. Assume which is your place, accept the raw reality and learn to live with it.
Sometimes you dream of reaching the sky, you even feel capable. You climb and climb without thinking that the higher you are, the harder the fall. The consequences do not matter, you interpret that the clouds around you are a sign that you are close, but you keep climbing and the clouds surround you. At that moment you stop to think and up there, submerged in a vapor that blinds the sunlight, you wonder at what moment of your life you deceived yourself with illusions and fantasies that you always had as absurd. You memorize and discover yourself laughing at those who took flights, you understand, stupid and now it is you who trembles like a frightened child, a hundred thousand meters from the ground and with the almost certainty that your destiny is the free fall, of That your end will be your bones crunching against the ground.
The damned human complex is that humans are not beings of goodness, we are the mixture between goodness and evil, between happiness and goodness in our life, closer to dying we are, closer to that sun we are, that the Wax that unites our feathers of our own wings, will melt us, by a divine act, and that we fall into the abyss of the unknown and feared death, but how did we come to this …? To know how to love, to know how to love, to understand perfectly to your peers, to make others happy, and a million other things, should not leave aside your person, because deep down you can not want or love without First to do it with yourself, we always experience the first impulses in our brains, our consciousness as a victim, as an actress, as an antagonist, our conscience as a witness, our conscience as a friend, perhaps other roles can experience our said consciousness, At the end gives us “understanding,” and half, because deep down we can not even understand ourselves, “try” makes us make mistakes, making mistakes makes us even more human …
I have gone slowly fabricating my beloved wings to dare to fly in the sun, to want to touch it, not knowing what can happen makes me more addicted to the pure feeling of interest, makes me want to accelerate the manufacturing process of those wings, I try to share more with my loved ones, I try to advise some people, I try to understand others, and everything is just “trying”, the damn attempt never moved from my brain, it was the past, present and future, Because the treatment will never happen to be the “you’re doing”, because I never thought I could pass after trying, my brain was only the attempt, and the steps to follow to know and understand how to be able to move from the attempt to the fact, Was a unique confusion that only depended on three things, the moment you were, your mental position and the other’s mental position, we should be with the people we were yesterday, after all that time we enjoy it and we believe that Now we are better , Because we are simply building a future, and deep down it is that future without a past that reminds you of how well or how bad you were, to know how you should be at that moment.
It is then when I think that it is better to stay for a moment, to think better of things, to sit in the window frame and contemplate the sunset, is that with this temperature, that does not exceed the 20 degrees, anything can be done, I avoided Wanting all this time, I avoided loving, I avoided meeting people who could attract me, and now that I want to do it, I do not get anything, time keeps happening, next year I’m going from here, far, far, to a neighboring country, without No matter what my native land has prepared for me, I do not care, I do not want to keep trying to build my stupid wings, I want to be able to fully consent to myself, and realize that what I am is simply a human with brain and body and with Heart, lungs, and many other organs that, after all, serve us very little in this kind of situation, because my heart does nothing but hurt when I am in anguish, and my brain does nothing more than warm up by passing it on my same movie again and again …
Inhale Exhale..
Now comes the moment when I, and my other inner self, can stop, tell each other who we are, and between those little coincidences will be the true features of my personality …
Forget about having a good time in such a sad moment, I prefer to invest time in solving my problems and not distract myself, to think them a million times until I find a solution, and then, just after that …
Looking in the mirror, and saying, is a reflection Of my true self, and that my breast, that my body, can be used as transportation, as industry, as manufactures, as processor, thousands of substances to progress, to be able to distract and eliminate all these bad experiences that my brain does not Know how to let go …
On the one hand, psychiatry speaks of the complex of Icarus, to refer to a kind of bipolar disorder, in which exalted states of exaggerated happiness and deep sadness are compared to the proximity to the sun or the sea, which burn or wet the wings. The inability to maintain a medium flight, or even state of mind, is the condition of this way of being. In another interpretation of this complex is the ambition of man for knowledge.
There are two ways to escape the Labyrinth: the first, gradually following the thread of the ball, as Ariadne and Theseus did, tracking the terrain little by little; The second is using all the ingenuity to take flight. These two ways of leaving the Labyrinth represent the effort to attain knowledge of the sciences, on the one hand, and that of philosophical reflection, on the other. Both try to know reality through two different paths. Science uses the method, the reason to delve into the mysteries of the world. Philosophy takes a high, more general point of view, a global vision.
Of course it is more risky, but it has the advantage of perspective: you can see the maze in its entirety.
