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I live with the burden that, instead of being an actor who is playing his role - the role of his own life - I’m a simple spectator to my own life, like the marionette, leaving the strings in the hand of an unknown puppeteer. I’m a swimmer, standing by the shore, looking at the whirlpool of that river called life, but never taking the spring to jump inside. The only thing that keeps me alive is the hope that the day will come, and I will have the force to take the strings in my own hands, I will have the force to make that jump, leaving behind the reflective posture, like a bad memory, like an old cloth.

Description
I live with the burden that, instead of being an actor who is playing his role - the role of his own life - I’m a simple spectator to my own life, like the marionette, leaving the strings in the hand of an unknown puppeteer. I’m a swimmer, standing by the shore, looking at the whirlpool of that river called life, but never taking the spring to jump inside. The only thing that keeps me alive is the hope that the day will come, and I will have the force to take the strings in my own hands, I will have the force to make that jump, leaving behind the reflective posture, like a bad memory, like an old cloth.