Enter, exit the attic ... Something draws us this gesture is sometimes unconscious and sometimes is a necessary provocation. We entered shelter, to find what we lost, to remember other times ...
went out with empty lungs and eyes full of memories, who knows ...
There are times when we come to take stock, to close our calendar and check the calibration of twelve months. Because there, there are many dates in the year, as many as three hundred sixty-five, but none as marked as those to come in which both those who believe and those who disbelieve, those still saved as those who lie in the ashes ... Yes, I think almost all of humanity up for a moment the attic of his memory to perform a computation of the short time past, have been only four seasons, and yet for many their life has changed, nothing will change for others and for some, the bipolarity be your eternal dilemma.
Then, with both dry memory recall, to have their fingers every time, howling for the loss, smiling for the anecdotes, sighing over the inevitable, feeling at last After all, we are human and as such, we are flawed but unique, we conclude that there are any sewer rats but, when you leave them, there is a clear sky where fresh air ... and we left the memory with our motives and our causes forward and why not, to our despair. Yes, we embrace those whom we love and feel close to the heart. We embrace the guy who can not stand, total Christmas. Or, run away from the noise until the calm of everyday life back to what it was ...
Whatever. enter and leave our attic close and personal at Christmas but in the end, we do every day.
Merry Christmas!
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