Failure.

There's no use in knowing the causes, to interpretate the details, comprehending the consequence, if my eyes burn suffocated by the tears that don't drop for having I unlearned how to cry. To conform is the only option, relentless if there is any will of life yet, although, immoderated concerning to the suffering.


So simple seems the idea of surpassing the compulsivity, anxiety, the concerns, that refers to something that make sense no more, 'cause it doesn't exist.
Why to insist in a mistake, prolong the depravity, abstract the lucidity and reason? Maybe because the mistake isn't necessarily of property of who suffers the consequences of a bad interpretation, but from a miserable subterfuge.


Even though, this may be the real motive to perpetrate in a self flagellation, that will only result in nuisance and fray, why not only to accept that the will of others is what determines our possibilities? Because makes not part of our own natures to resign before something we know that doesn't make sense individually, then, we persist in the trial of demonstrating that our reason must be considered.


And when all the efforts are in vain? Then a deep oblivion is needed, in which only the action of time makes it significant. During this process, is when you realize the real conformity and resign, that although bitter and dulling, they strengthen the individual, develops him.
Otherwise, lead him to the ruin.