Life is like a polyhedron, with hundreds of layers of flat appearance but contain a finite volume. Geometrically perfect. Designed to be born, grow, live and die. And make way for other polyhedra that reproduce the same pattern.
What if I told you that the geometry is wrong? The word polyhedron comes from the Greek 'poly' (many) and 'edron' (faces). Difficult, then, that all our faces are always the same, though they have a finite volume and are flat in appearance. No. Go for a moment yourself and Observatory outside the polyhedron. Take it with your hands and play with the effects of light. See? Each of their faces reflected in the walls in a different key. Each of these shades are you, in each of your faces, you have the infinite, we have. We
polyhedral. And we feel so many emotions. So many and so different that sometimes we have difficulty identifying them. So multiply extremely polyhedral vertices of our geometry at a rate almost cellular and our living space is becoming more and more dense, until almost no space between face and face ... That is what is colloquially called "life difficult."
When that happens, when we "complicate life," some little accustomed to breathe the air that left in the dark hideout which has become his life, and simply repeat the pattern for which they have been perfectly designed. Others, whose inner landscapes are so many storm, to leave that life wins and steals the last breath.
And some of us disoriented. We pills that take away the sadness. We can give one, two, three or even eight. But a pill, eight pills ... We never take away the sadness. Perhaps the hide during the time we slept, but then resurfaces. Then you still so clueless as before. Or maybe longer. And we ignore these dark sides of the polyhedron, believing they are the ones that haunt us, focusing, in which, momentarily given color. Kid yourself. The dark part of your geometry unchanged.
Although ... you can always put in brackets that negativity. Know exists. Accept it. The tolerate. But it keeps you from living. Now you're (un) oriented, and that, believe me, is a big step, but do not know him.
Now go back to the polyhedron. Extend arms and push with force those vertices that are too close to you. Take your time. You can. And you can stop at any time ...
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