I feel lucky, lucky to be a man and nn automaton programmed to operate the assembly line of a company, now worn and productively destructive. I feel lucky and I moved from my posting on useless things, for my happiness, my perception so clear to what really counts. I'm really happy that despite the charges that I have rained down upon him from every side, I managed to keep intact my enthusiasm, the same I had as a kid, especially when I see many peers who no longer have a shred of spontaneity, which they do not know listen to the voice they have inside, burying them from the constraints of public opinion. I thank God for being what they are, free, free of the box, free from the will of those who want me prisoner, pawn on the chessboard of power. Now my goal is to find a house to live, a job that is not a cage but it helps me to evolve, and maybe it will be useful to others. With the wind in my hair I will run with my hands in the waist, green countryside.
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