let it go Now, i'm seat here and my chest hurts. How painfull is let it go. I can't move anywhere, anything. I always thought that life is about getting success. But... Do we know what succes is? or, in other words, is the success a statement created by humans to feel a little bit better, a little bit less empty? I strongly believe that life, as we know, is a completely fake. Maybe, all of us are a sort of Truman living for others who want to squeeze ours souls out and draw us off this map. I want to figure out why this pain hurts so deeply inside. I need to understand why let this system is too hard. I see him, his clear and honest eyes, his red-golden curly hair, his spirit... I see everything he is, and I love him. And I always loved him. Becuase, the destiny put some day in my way, and never apart away from my life, until the day we got together and the Universe smiled. Of course, any of us knew how powerfull our love could be, in fact, we weren't able to see each other. Now, heaven is close and days are brighter than ever. But I'm very bussy working my ego and attending social system needs, and i'm wasting my valuable time. Time for loving. Success means love. It doesn't mean a carrer, a well-paid job or a good looking. We spend our entire life trying to be important and known people approved by a buss, a rich or a swanky, instead of loving our pets, our family, our friends, our couple. Fighting with it supposes a noble cause... Let the ego and banality go seem somthing simple, but it isn's easy as well. But trying... just trying worths everything. ** i usually write prosa and texts in spanish, so i want to learn to do in english too**