We managed to pull through monotony armed with a very limited vocabulary. It’s a numbing mechanism. The less words we use to describe a feeling, the easier it is to forget it. We communicate by omission.

Sometimes people don’t show they like you, they avoid at all costs the slight suspicion that you may be thinking they think you are doing something right. Sometimes the confronting silence of being disdained by others actually means you are succeeding. Don’t expect many people to be happy for you.

We are always comparing what we are with what we should be: richer, more recognized, more renowned, more erudite, more loving, more artistic, more traveled, younger looking. And in the meantime, we squander hours waiting for more hours, while we dry the sap off our senses and the blood from our veins complaining about the mediocrity of our life.

Repeat to yourself a thousand times a day: “there are emotions that can’t be tamed”. Nothing on Earth is worth circling them eternally. Don’t commit to keeping them locked down or you will get sick.

Time takes a small unit of disaster, something almost unnoticeable, and multiplies this unit endlessly until it becomes unbearable. You can’t stop it. It grows in solitude, nameless.