It's really fucked up how you find yourself thinking or feeling just the opposite to what you did a month, a week, a day, or even an hour before. Your perceptions seem to be another flaw of your personality, which contradicts itself so easily.
On the other side, it appears extremely positive to be flexible and open to changes, chances, blind steps... something to even admire sometimes. Playing it safe becomes bored and predictable, while taking risks seems like the right and the "smart" thing to do.
Growing up is an infinite activity wich we become less familiar with as we grow old, but not precisely mature... just old.
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"Yo solo creería en un Dios que supiese bailar. Y cuando vi a mi demonio, lo encontré serio, grave, profundo y solemne; era el espíritu de la pesadez. El es el que hace que las cosas se caigan. No se mata con la cólera, sino con la risa... Desde que aprendí a andar no he hecho mas que correr. Desde que aprendí a volar no espero a que me empujen para moverme de un sitio. Ahora soy ligero, ahora vuelo, ahora me veo por debajo de mi, ahora baila un Dios por medio de mi".
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