worse than being down is being in the middle; I say and repeat that indifference is a much heavier

worse than being down is being in the middle; I say and repeat that indifference is a much heavier burden to carry than a mere unhappiness. one of the last classes of philosophy talked about pain and breakpoints. the truth is that we all have, and we can only feel terrible for us a certain in f amount of time; achieved only when the ambition your order, so that we will do everything to achieve it. but then tell me, what happens when we have nothing in f to pull for us? when there is no existence of absolutely nothing to lead us to the limit? is like a purgatory, were floating in a vacuum. I'm basically null, drained in f of any will or spasm of any wave that lifts me; both the spirit and the back of the bed. then imagine yourself inside in f a small glass dome. can see and contemplate, but what is beyond it can not transpose up and does not touch you. can not retain even a simple solar radius. this time rather feel the dome (or my skin) broken, raising what could bring the outside because this security in f is perfidious. what I had to abdicate to have formed the basis of self-control that urge.
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