Thoughts of an owl

 

I guess I'll never get used to my strange life. Maybe she's always strange, might improve eventually, but will always have a little weirdness around her. And inside, too.

I am an owl. I can’t sleep early and always get to a certain hour of the night with open eyes and minds full. It's almost as if I work better in the dark. I am an owl. I see things that nobody else sees and sometimes people see things that I do not see or things that I do not want to see. But I know it's no use pretending not to see the problems, because they see you always. And they're always waiting for you, no matter how long is the waiting. At some point, you will end up coming back to them, until finally solve them.

I'm shocked. Shocked many things to many people, the world and even a little shocked me too. There are times I find myself thinking "WHAT THE HELL?" And I think anyway, in capital letters, screaming in my head that torment me and make me deaf. And the problem is that nobody ignores cries, all seeking to know where it comes from even a quick search and temporary. And lately I've heard many cries of all kinds, of all people and even cries of the past. At first, I wanted to go there, doing that old, I felt a need to do this. But when she was alone in the silence of the night and could think better, I realized I do not want to dig a powder. Yes, a powder, because they decompose long, it makes sense to move into a powder. And besides, I'm allergic to dust.

I came to realize that sometimes we have to try to ignore certain things, however difficult they may be. We must hear the cry, stay abreast of the situation, record the information and then bury it and do absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm all for helping people, I am a person who loves to do it, but when the problem is too obscure, I prefer to ignore the cry, because I will not put me in trouble that is not mine. I mean, before trying to solve the problems of others, I have to try to solve my, is not it? So, starting today, I am completely deaf. 'll just take the plugs out of my ears when you have solved all that is mine. Until then, here the owl hear no cry, no matter how high it’s.