Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul. On the other hand, when the sun appeared, the children would come out to play in the streets, and everyone was happy that it was such a lovely day, and then I would feel terrible, as if that display of exuberance in which i could not participate was somehow unfair.

This may sound a little bit idealistic, but when I go to my blog, my Facebook page, my Twitter account, I talk to different people from all over the world, and you see how it's easy to establish a dialogue.

Sometimes, we are so attached to our way of life that we turn down wonderful opportunities simply because don't know what to do with it.

We are all masters of our own destinies.

Our human condition makes us tend to share only the best of ourselves, because we are always searching for love and approval

Life will undertake to separate us, and we must each set off in search of our own path, our own destiny or our own way of facing death.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.