Once I was an artist

Once again I find myself very far from reality. Maybe I regret having been when that wave of overvaluation covered me. I appreciate the emotional awakening and the sensitivity that today overwhelm this body that was never seen prepared. In the debacle of believing that the simple is the solution, I think that the end of things is avoidable. I need to go back. Give place to intuition, the lack of contamination in the ideas and the response like lightning without interruptions. Surround yourself with nature and fresh air. Getting away from the magnetism of big cities helps to clear the mind. Why do we think of happiness as stages? He was a great artist and had dozens of toys but I only liked one, I took great care of it and it was even my confidant. We were so full, there were no responsibilities, money and anxiety. Together we were free, there were no prejudices and my mind could fly. Let us remember the beginning of our lives, who we were and what we became.