At the end won B on A, on the idea of \u200b\u200bfaith, emotion over reason, and I could go on listing a bit silly so various synonyms of the consequences of my nice impulsivity. The truth is that nothing would have been impossible to achieve without let myself go a little, almost-of-all-estábiendeltodo more ridiculous by the ingenuity with which someone could act, that we like to play hide.
The thing is that I got fed up and started to want to want to want power. And following those convictions unexplained say I'm not completely delusional, but rather deliberately lucky, took air and jumped into a pool full of perfect imaginary water. And of course
I'm still floating. It spent
ideal to reality, and reality opened my thousand paths to billions of ideals. Of them chose one, and it will take me to another. And another. My reason for being is the direction I took. Luckily I stumbled upon you. Thank goodness.
