seek ties with others in any way, place and situation. Some of us just to not be silent, even to act out what they feel, they attack button, so to speak, even in the queue at the supermarket just to say: "How many people do." Some would, but then something holds them and the only thing they can do is a small, quick smile, which they hope to be repaid or that it is the recipient of that smile button to attack. Talk, talk, without understanding what to say, talking about trivial things like the weather, the queue of people ahead of us, but behind it all there's that need to be linked, in fact, more ties with people, links that slowly become more solid . Look for them, want them, invite them to be created. And we are never satisfied. We want to be tied to someone. Linked in such a way that someone is always there for us then. Be sure to be thought of, loved, desired. We are afraid, for the most part, of loneliness, of being left alone to die really. We are afraid that no one is to save us. But perhaps we are afraid of ourselves. Accounts to settle with ourselves that pop up when you look in the mirror, all we know it is there and that the company hides. A look at see what is wrong with us, what we do not like what we would say to that person and that instead we say, we see the evil and suffering we have caused to someone who did love her. With others, are the others who are watching and see how they see us. Maybe clean, of good children, good children, parents apprehensive that give all of himself, a good worker, a man of honor. And we feel better. And forget the bad part of us. Sometimes we get to deny everything. For too many blows taken, and taken too many links that have never become links. Yet in reality we know that we still want them. We want them. Why yes, it is also less work, not seeing the reality of the mirror, but see only that of others. We want to count, we want to be loved. We want people who are near, they know how to be with us, in what ways to converse with us in the best possible way, who can give us what we want. In the end we also know that they are not material things to make us happy. It is not our purchases that will be remembered in time. They are abstract things, are things that you do not know well defined, are those things that feel and everybody feels them in his own way to be remembered. It is this abstract are other beings like us, through the links. We bind ourselves, we want the ties. Some work, some do not. Others remain only dreams that keep us company at night.
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