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When the sun does not illuminate ...

Gradually the impact. That rising sun does not illuminate more. Coast to continue to breathe. It is thought that a job that meets a fairy-tale love story might change. But it is not. The joy fades. E 'else what gives what we call happiness. But what? It seems a blissful ignorance! The path from birth to death must have meaning, a meaning. The dark moments and should have a dark aspect of light. If life has no meaning because we have to look absolutely absurd sense. Otherwise our spirit evaporates and there is nothing but dirty stinking guts. But this meaning to be to be able to live where we can find it?! What is it?! But most fail to sustain us when everything becomes dull, sad and hopeless?! Our roots will anchor stable?! Indeed, my choice has been right? This perpetual uncertainty, the symbol of the human being, because thrown into a hostile world, will be filled?! It 's true that the safety and comfort rather than encumbers us break free! What I feel deep inside? A voice that tells me something strong to follow, but, coward, I can not follow it. The flee. Helplessness and disillusionment. This sad reality that faces me. Yet I follow my path. Convinced that I'll find a way to do for me. Along which to say: "Here at last are on the right track." So so that everything I've experienced before, especially the dark and anger imploded and deconstructive, acquire meaning. That way I know that now. See especially experiment. Nothingness, emptiness. Poor conditions, but not eternal. Have a sense of the absurd, fills the void of possibility. Why is the wretched human being, and always will be. But there is a sense, a meaning exists. And I'm here to try to understand and above all experience it. Come, even if the point of death. And I'll be there. For me today the sun is not laughing, and everything is sucked into the vortex of nothingness. Well I let it go. I let myself be sucked in, I know that sooner or later I'll find myself. Why hold the secret of life, poor and humble. Why only if they are nothing and only if I can be all empty and I can be filled by all.