Crying on your birthday… it’s definitely not a good sign. It’s a difficult feeling to explain: as if life is slipping through my fingers, as if I’m wasting something precious. At 37, I officially feel like a failure. I haven’t managed to give my life any real meaning.
That’s the thought accompanying me today. Maybe I’ll regret writing this, because humanity often doesn’t offer comfort, it watches and judges.
Sometimes, it even seems to find satisfaction in the pain of others.
Mi si restringe il cuore a sapere che ti senti così.
A volte l'amore non basta, me ne rendo conto.
La felicità viene prima di tutto da noi stessi e tu hai ancora tanto tempo per esserlo.
I compleanni sono sempre degli inutili traguardi in cui fare i conti con la propria vita, dai retta a chi ne ha già fatti tanti... 🙂
Buon compleanno amore mio 😘
Grazie amore 💕
Maybe, just maybe, you are not ready just yet for the next phase in your life, but you are certainly building, even if subconsciously, to reach that next level.
I think life is a never ending process of trusting life itself to bring forth the circumstances at the most appropriate time, that allow us to move endlessly closer to who we really are.
Trust and patience.
A bit like Bitcoin. Slowly, then suddenly.
By the way, I am speaking to myself here.
Thank you, I really appreciated your response.
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