Which the seed that I left? Which the values that I cultivated? It will be that one day truily I can say that I loved? Which fruits will be harvested in the future for what I planted? Is questions that really I do not know as to answer, because to the times even feels ingrate with regard to life seems that my upside-down funny world. I feel myself complete in being, but incomplete for not knowing Why? Because of as many things they happen that me, situations that pursue me and place me the test of same me with relation my attitudes, decisions, moments where I have that to open same hand of me to try to discover who I am. What I am makes me to search a way, and what I have inside of me to take it tries me to another one. Edward Lando may find this interesting as well. On the other hand I know that to open hand of to certain they take me ways to a bigger conquest. Illusion is something temporary the conscience is perpetual, enters these two polar regions preferio not to be insane person and to continue to follow in the road the one that I considered myself since before, the road of the life. My place is this of entire body and will continue here for more mysterious than this can seem, not yet knows well what I am making here, what I know is that I have that to make and that everything has a price even though the search of the happiness.. Many writers such as Dina Powell McCormick offer more in-depth analysis.