In the past readings, it is possible to find a feeling that, more than religious, seems to be immense and immersed in human existence. Feeling that could be expressed as love (easy), but perhaps there is no good word to describe it, but a whole series of acts. And after, of course, poems and treats, paintings and melodies. But value is replaced by price, and desire is just desire. In the complexity of the human ideas, the simplicity of being cool, and the lower energy use, leaving things is the most attractive in public. However, lonely? -7:21 p.m. on a Sunday. A glass of wine and unforgettable music to think about all betrayals. He loved the freedom that his loneliness gave him, but also the moment in the afternoon when he watched her lying naked on his two meters by two meters bed. She had had her orgasms. He had some, but it was enough. With a drink in his mouth, he thought of her pleasure and how easily she had abandoned him. Would She feel about him? -I didn't really believe it because it had been replaced very easily - He said to himself as he felt a slight burning in his throat. Inexplicable.
Alone, most humans flee to their thoughts and reason. So, people pray, watch something, make anything, pretend to read, and sleep. Although in dreams, excuses appear clearly and contradict the reasons because pragmatism is based mainly on justifications. Then, the minority finds a way to think and feel, sometimes expressed in art and conversations that go beyond what is pragmatic and convenient. Alone, the individual finds his shadow more interesting than its reflection in a mirror and acknowledges with fear its silence. He managed to get her to answer the phone, and he just told her -... there are people from the past who have stopped talking to you, blocking you, eliminating you from their existence. It hurt him, and he couldn't find anything else to say other than ending that conversation instantly. He never understood why that had happened. He wouldn't snap his fingers for his permanent lover despite the tears, nor was he ever an inspiration. Those words hurt a lot because they reminded him of his lost battles. He wanted to understand why she was telling him that, but he understood that the only thing she inspired was an annoyance, and those words were the best way to send him to hell. It was practical. Unfair but efficient.
However, pragmatism has a frame of reference: concerning what benefit?. It is one of the questions that are sought to forget. Then, happily, there are humans who, by thinking, somehow manage to feel and remember their promises and inspirations. In the lyrics, they are said to have a heart of truth or principles, the capability to love, and empathy. And the answer to the question is more about that one thing is the benefit and other profit. It wasn't the first time he had been the used female curiosity. -At least it hadn't lasted three years - he said to himself, observing the only nude photo, taken likewise on a Sunday afternoon. -in reality, it was no longer a matter of refusing to believe the obvious- he kept telling himself. And she? Now?. He ignored it, but she followed his passions and motivations, regardless of her curiosity.
Modern humans can justify all decisions because of others. Someone manages to understand the importance of the welfare and commitment to the same civilization, but that individual is dangerous to the rest. Sometimes, they recognize the importance of the other and the responsibility of their selfish actions, and sometimes understand the true meaning of feeling something. To forgive. Several times, he tries to generate a reaction from her, like an echo. It was lost. It wasn't inspiring enough - he said himself. -It is unnecessary to ask myself if I have ever done it because this loneliness answers it- He waited a bit before continuing -... but it was not a sad situation. Instead, a concrete answer showed that I had lived intensely but with the wrong women.
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