3 years after somewhere in Manhattan

line of the day

Concentrate on the small but significant inner moral choices we make in the course of any day.

and then mind goes dim. which ones are the moral choices ? which ones are the moral choices in this city?

the place you love and hate everyday, thousands time a day, where it s necessary to suffer of ADD simply to survive

it was the envy and the jealousy ...towards the successful people.
I was looking for my place, for my role. I was dreaming that I could be like the others...
I clearly remembered that I was at the edge between the losers and the winners
I couldn't make  a step in any of the 2 directions. I was a winner for my talents and a loser for my disease...I was a winner because I hid my disease I was a loser because hiding my disease everybody thought I had no talents . what could be worse. probably confessing that I was ill and that the treatments were not working. I preferred let people think I was lazy and not ambitious , even insecure of my ability and ashamed of my look and weight!