WE ARE NOT BEST

Who is the one without a feeling or a sense of goodness that makes us feel better, at ease with ourselves, and that is the result of our own conceit to grow our own ego to feel good and generous, who is free, I repeat, those feelings and has not committed foolishness or stupidity that raise your hand.

Sometimes our stupidity or good-natured nonsense has no limits.
We like to feel compassionate, good people, it is a feeling that fills our spirit of pleasant sensations and prevents us from seeing what assholes we can get be.

And how often confuse praise with sincerity, honesty passes hands, hollow expressions of affection with sincere affection, and so continue for months, years, until the balloon splat ago, and woke our stupid and unreal dream.

We are not best, we are idiots puffed up by our supposed goodness with people who really do not deserve it.

And with good words, praise, sorrow, tears and other stories move us to do things we would objectively ever done in normal circumstances.

The loneliness, need, or lack of affection leads to people suffering him to commit blunders authentic.
Some who bequeath their property to flattery seems to want them, visit them, flatter them or the city hoping to be rewarded amply .
Nursing homes and hospitals are full of lonely old people who appreciate the slightest sign of love, real or apparent, who can know in your situation.

When we wake up to reality the consequences are distrust, shame, self-dissatisfaction for being delusional or naive, and in many cases loss of a trusted or borrowed money without any guarantee.

Who has not committed any blunder life of this nature ?. 
I certainly I have made, I am not free to feel a "stupid confident" nobody can hold accountable for have been.

For a few days I repeat again and again "but silly stupid you were," learns gili, how many stupid things have been done until just a few months ago for the simple fact I believe you better than you really are. 
You're no better, hardly anyone is better, we are vain and prone to let us fooled by honeyed words of affection in does not exist, has never existed, but it's so nice to feel wanted although we distort the feeling.

And we have no choice, we are likely to mellow roroneo in our ears and feel loved.

Deluded.

Sometimes you learn to lose, and lucky forever one who does not lose more than they can bear, and in my case I can. I hope to learn, but I would doubt it.

One hundred and once stumbles on the same stone, vanity.


the gatufo