Far and aways..

The month when I'll turn forty is approaching. I don't want any gifts, maybe I'll give myself a gift on that date. After all, I don't plan on turning eighty, so I've already lived half of this life.

I can say that I learned a long time ago, and I still suffer from it, that we only regret what we don't do.

Life isn't an amusement park, but it's also not a judgment. We owe ourselves the right to at least try to be happy, or get as close as we can. Even if such "happiness" doesn't last forever, it won't last as short as a handjob either. Unless it's about ten times every day, lol, I'm joking, but we all know that every joke has a grain of truth.

We shouldn't cry, nor give up... if we do give up, keep quiet, so as not to give anyone the pleasure of making fun of us later. If the question is between forgiving or taking revenge, on an enemy or anyone, for that matter, I'll settle for indifference.

Yes, this time I'm going to defy myself and write a long text. I still know how to do this, and I will. Why? Because I can, and if you've made it this far in this text, which many won't read, it's because I decided to write in English, and all I needed was a translator like Google or a few simple words in the language. I know some will read it, and that keeps me going.

I may want to win points with some people, but I don't intend to with others, but I'm here mostly for those who, when they read my compliments on WhatsApp, know I'm sincere because I don't intend to win points with just anyone.

Anyway, I'll postpone the final text for another day.