Thinking a lot...
For some reason that I don't know my Tuca stopped write in her blog.
Today I asked. The answer: 'Nobody is making comments!'
Humm... I explained that this is not the point at all for somebody to write. Or it is?
In that world which make us to adapted for what people need to listen... I questioned myself: 'Why we are so worry with comments of others? Well, I mean why we can just write without concern about been read someday? And her writing is so amazing, translucent and alive!
I really miss my old diaries, where the purpose was only write, write and write our thoughts... making sure nobody will read :)
Today I asked. The answer: 'Nobody is making comments!'
Humm... I explained that this is not the point at all for somebody to write. Or it is?
In that world which make us to adapted for what people need to listen... I questioned myself: 'Why we are so worry with comments of others? Well, I mean why we can just write without concern about been read someday? And her writing is so amazing, translucent and alive!
I really miss my old diaries, where the purpose was only write, write and write our thoughts... making sure nobody will read :)
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