• To life

So, everything is a gift. Either it gives us pleasure or pain. Pleasure distract and put us to sleep. Pain awakens us to reality.

Perhaps this is the reason pleasures are so ephemeral. And pains seem so enduring.

Will this pain of mine ever stop of being a gift? I don't know. I presume it all depends on me. On my ability of need no more such a gift. On having known how to grow and perfect myself with the pain.

Fortunately, my heart has its small pleasures to balance opposite sensations. Since it's soft, it takes just simple happenings to enjoy it. Like discovering there's a lot of souls like mine. In this whole world. 

I speak of people that would wake up in the middle of the night and stare out of the window for hours. People who have a never ending thirst for knowledge. Mainly self knowledge. A deep reverence for life. And that love living life!

There's no greater love than that. The love for every gift life hands us.