They say: The light is at the end of the road. But it seems that the road has no end, and we will never see the final result, as if I should only trust myself, not in the sense of my choices, no. But in the sense of myself as a possession, as if I am the only one I have. Perhaps for these reasons I did not reject the idea. There will be another me with me without surprises, perhaps with differences, but in the end they will be minor and not revolutions. What bothers me most is that everything I wished for, everything I hoped to be and did not come true for me but came true for others is no longer complete or perfect as it was when I wished for it or dreamed of it



