Past is important. A tree without roots can’t survive. Uproot those roots would mean remove disappointments, sorrows, negative experiences that I’ve faced. What I am now.
Sometime happen to think some things, to cry, tears like rivers, but not in front of others, I hate it. The reason? Intimacy is romantic: only a special person can have the key to open its door and enter into it.
But despite all, every day I prefer look the sun, and like a tree, I want give to myself and others important gifts, like smiles or hugs, friendship or love.
World rules aren’t stupid laws, but the emotions. Emotions are true engine of humanity. So for this reason, I work every day on them.