It is not said often enough that we must always and always embark on a journey of self-discovery. We are too content with daily prayers that put us to sleep in a deadly ritual and blind us, make us believe that we are happy while misfortune makes us sugar endorphins.
Today, although I have been active, including in domestic affairs, I have rested. Ironing shirts kills his man, especially since for three days I had been suffering from an angina that kept me awake because I was hypersalivating and after a while I was choking on my water. Trying to swallow, eat, drink, take even a drop of alcohol instantly cuts off your appetite.