As a faulty machine, people have a tendency to think too much on little things... and thinking about the little things, abstracts the important ones, takes the time you need to think, away from you... leaving a shorter vision of the glimpse you once had... a blurry vision let's say where the focus is centered on the wrong theme!
What can one do to center himself? How can he/she know what the best thing to do is? Even knowing that the bigger picture is most likely the one you care the less, maybe because you know... you feel nothing will change...
terça-feira, 21 de setembro de 2010
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