Tuesday, July 26, 2011


"Some days you wake up and immediately start to worry. Nothing in particular is wrong, it's just the suspicion that forces are aligning quietly and there will be trouble."

Fear, the thief with a bagful of stolen sanguineness. Merciless and agile, it points a knife to your mind, consumes your courage, and robs you of all positivity, leaving you without a single trace of optimism.

Where does courage come from?

You run to your pillars of strength. You lean on them but they are made of sand. Where do you run to? The door at the top of the stairs that only appears in dreams. But there is no door because you aren't dreaming. You find yourself in a crowded place drowning in meaningless conversations held by faceless people. Who do you recognize? They chatter with the same curvilinear mouths, which Shakespeare warned you of: there are daggers in men's smiles.

But you aren't afraid;

there's one in yours too.

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