Fuckin karma had it coming...

I had a certain intention of being the commander of my destiny.
I had this feeling things would turn out right, thinks would go great for me.
I had this thing, this little, tickling, invisible thing inside me, right on my heels - elevating my mood, right on the corner of my mouth - sparkling, right on the tip of my hair - wavering.
I had this little thing called... hope, isn't it?
They say - at least that's what I've heard - that it never dies, but I sure as hell see she's put to rest quite often...
But anyway, it was dancing in my stomach - sometimes I even jumped -, and now and then, it made me run, it made me smile, it made me fucking believe.
I believed so many times, in so many things, in so many people that I don't even know what I'm complaining about, but somedays, it fades away so easily it hurts.
It cracks open our heart and our joy, and out of the blue, it's power to move change and energize is lost in a shoulder slowly being placed down by a suddenly much thicker atmosphere.
And now what? You pray everything gets back to being right, right where/how you wanted it to be.
But then again and again, they bang you on your back with this thing called "mala suerte", bad timing, bad luck - or whatever - and force you to bend one your knees.
And your eyes will eventually look below, and lower and lower, and loose it's sparkle, and strenght, and will progressively seam more blurred, and the next time you rise up, you'll rise lower than you did before...
And people still wonder why they lack of will to do things, to make things happen, to be, to live, fully.

I need things to go right, I need everything in it's right place, I need things to turn out right.
I need the sun, I need the sea, I need things like more late night mocaccinos, I need Nature, I need culture, I need music, I need my family, I need my friends, I need you.

And I need things to turn out right with every one.

This is life. ♥