Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?