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I know, I know: I forced situations to make them fit, with incoherence maybe, sooner or later it could blow in my face, and I can lose a lot.
Especially my face, ain't a good deal going everywhere without a face, the people talk.
Talk about me, and not in good terms: "what a shame, a man without a face", etc.
But also one can lose his happiness...no: we're not talking about bad intentions, or evil, just about human stupidity, mistakes, like yours, like mine, like the next door neighbor.
Blindness and deafness play an important role in our wreckages, we don't do it because we are "evil", no: we just do it because we can.
Or because we are selfish, or because we feel comfortable doing it. And in fact, these situations are profoundly human, many times we are just selfish, because we are not obliged to be altruistic, or noble, or comprehensive, or self-denying, then we go on, on the path of our comfortable defeat, hurting the others and ourselves, winning once and then losing ten times.
And sometimes we are generous and noble, and hear the others, and change, just because we are human too.
...Many times, we just don't bother, we just don't make the effort, don't sacrifice, don't learn, and there is a huge part of the wreckage. But we're stubborn, so we keep trying everything in the same, wrong ways, and crashing against the same walls, or new ones. As far as we're still alive, and our life style is not substantially affected, we go on, blind.
Then, one day we learn method, and open the mind, we try things we always rejected, and they turn out to be good, and actually useful, and we wonder "why I was so many years ignoring this? Rejecting this, I wasted so much time and it was so easy".
But as well, many times there's no use in forcing the locks, because the ricochet may baffle and confuse us (or even worse: hurt us), and other times you do something that you don't want to do, and you realize you found what you were looking for.
It was there, in the hidden angle of the room of our mind, where we never wanted to search.
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