Hugs and affections

Cuddles, hugs and affections.

I have never recognized myself in the mirror.

I have never recognized myself in the opinions of others about me.

I was a revolutionary, I never accepted myself as a slave.

I lived the spirit of each word, while humanity only looked at the sum of the syllables.

"Those who are bad are ensnared by their own mistakes."

(Practical manual of life)

I HAVE WAITED MY WHOLE LIFE.

For some miracle that would make me a prince. For some extraordinary force that would make me dominate my weaknesses.

For a place of rest and peace that would make me sleep peacefully.

"IF OUR life is not filled with some activity, physical or mental, we will become bored. ... Life seems empty and we become restless."

(Recipes for living well)

THIS FATIGUE...

IS life.

This tiredness of fighting every day to be aware, to make choices, and not simply be carried away by the current.

This tiredness of showing affection to the indifferent, of showing love to those who are cold-hearted.

This tiredness of forgiving those who do not reciprocate, of embracing those who do not open their arms...

"The clown paints his face to live", Antonio Marcos.

It is the tiredness of living!