Feels Like Heart Is Burning

Saturday morning.

One Saturday in which I work. But it weighs on me relatively.

The dog is asleep on my feet, pencil chanel is not removed in any way, I rub my eyes but not sadness, it's just a pencil.

Listening:

There are people who make mistakes and do not see their error even when you find it straight before his eyes. Are the same people who criticize other's mistakes. The usual practice to

Ergani you on a pedestal and tell the deeds of others with grotesque irony and cynical smile. Grotesque because, in reality, what their friends are critical in perfectly reflects the way they are.

E 'presumption that they care about. They are never wrong. At best you that you understand evil.

The truth is that we are all crap, without exception. We all make mistakes. All we act out of selfishness. All we put ourselves first.

It 's a real effort of the stomach to accept it was wrong.

's disgusting to look in the mirror and understand that they face the error. Feel bad about how little else, but we can only forgive us. And shrugging his shoulders and his eyes to heaven. But deep, going down. Acceptable to the shit we are, because we are not good, we are not good. There is no reason cause to justify certain actions. We made because we are horrible.

So, no Catholic heritage, just to go on leave the past completely behind us, we should forgive.

for any action taken without it being fully shared by the entire body.

For everything that is not our words.

To be now.

Because sometimes we forget to be, too.