Each year that passes we can-and should-take stock of what we have done and what we do, in order to consider whether our course in life is the best or, conversely, we can improve it.
This year just ending, on the various entries have addressed issues that, in my view, are important for understanding the challenges that life offers us, but also to appreciate the gifts she -no-request them gives us.
In a brief mental over thirty entries posted on this humble blog, I remember writing about sin and disease, but more about virtues and cures; on mazes , but more on wireless gold lead us to the exit, on defects and problems, but more on strengths and solutions lie, death and despair, but more about truth, life and hope ; over hatred and demons, but more about love and angels, gods, saints and myths, but more on men, wise and realities of those moments of madness that makes us cherish the happiness, but also on those of sanity that we remember our earthly chains, on time and values, ideas and words , mathematics and poetry, on lark and sunrises, goldfinches and hope, nightingales, love and spring.
Anyway, my humble analysis tells me that the course is good, though, as everything can be improved and, for the year is soon to be born, I look forward with joy to have as many readers as this one give me encouragement and good wishes to exchange a few words.
I want to thank each one of those tasty read my posts, to which they were encouraged to send a comment, which was written and sent and not to do it and I thought presented with a smile, to which I opened the doors of your home and I kept a place in his heart the advice given to me, to which I laid a hand on which I made a critical and I got a pat on the shoulder.
As an apprentice writer, I tried to express what I feel and what I am, without masks or masks. Every day I'm realizing that words have a subtle and at the same time, profound beauty and they contain within them a meaning that goes beyond what the dictionary says. I confess that when CIENTEC Foundation asked me to take care of this digital diary thought would be short, that the topics are exhausted or lose interest. How wrong I was! As have passed almost four years I have raised some goals and I thought that if a thousand people read what I write because none of them thought-provoking, I bit, but if my words move the feelings of one person for a moment the mission is accomplished.
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