The only time in my life when I turned the corner was just once. Just once. The only once. For the rest, everything has evolved independently and, of course, the rest I accepted my mistakes and those of others, I have gone and left walking.
The only one time when I turned the page has been painful and I suffer more, because I did it without processing and without asking why. I wonder why now, and I did not really answer, not one that satisfies me, not one. It 'happened, as I watched a piece, and I followed what I feel, That time I turn the page.
So, from that day, I realized that turning the page is not a necessary nor a natural thing, is something that happens by itself because for the rest, everything has evolved independently and, of course, the rest I accepted my mistakes and those the other, I walked and left walking.
The reality is that there is "turn the page", there is only one that arrives, the accommodate, not to favor.
And so, from the day it happened, I turned the page of course, I understand that there is turn the page.
banal.
The only one time when I turned the page has been painful and I suffer more, because I did it without processing and without asking why. I wonder why now, and I did not really answer, not one that satisfies me, not one. It 'happened, as I watched a piece, and I followed what I feel, That time I turn the page.
So, from that day, I realized that turning the page is not a necessary nor a natural thing, is something that happens by itself because for the rest, everything has evolved independently and, of course, the rest I accepted my mistakes and those the other, I walked and left walking.
The reality is that there is "turn the page", there is only one that arrives, the accommodate, not to favor.
And so, from the day it happened, I turned the page of course, I understand that there is turn the page.
banal.