My twenty autumns
fall that I have left before getting fully into the thirties, "that dreaded figure that appears to make little more than a decisive turning point in the life of any modern woman, I intend to do a brief exercise catharsis. Monday, December 13, 2010
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To my twenties, and two autumns the ultimate generational impasse, I read a sentence that comes into my life like a flood of waters in May, because it forces me to think.
Man is the being that is used to everything
(Dostoyevsky)
I think about how it was my last fall and compare it to the one just left to leave behind. And I say no, that's not possible, I would never have gotten used to anything my all the whole in which I have been secluded in autumn. Because they get used to the apathy, to distress or frustration when it costs you to live life your life because every day is a blur, it would be as damaging as the lonely that fits between the viscera and eats you bit by bit until you are no longer nothing.
I wonder if instead of getting used to everything, I am not a being who tries to survive anything. Because a fall may be ominously gray, gloomy, but the following can full of shades of colors that eyes accustomed would not be able to appreciate.
And finally, my twenties, I assume that the passage of each fall, I always stand alone and my bare existence.
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