Director

I'll tell you where to sit.

I'll tell you what to think.

I'll tell you how to feel.

I'll tell you when to stop.

I won't tell you why.

The rawness of your humanity, I need. 
The stink, I need.

Meaning

As the years went by, I started to feel like most things in life were meaningless, irrelevant. I felt overwhelmed with shallowness, all meaning was contextual, social or temporal. So I decided to go elsewhere, and reach as far as I could get, into other contexts, cultures and times. 

I explored the world. I broke free of the chains that bounded me to my meaningless world, and I started to look for different ones. And I found so much. I traveled through many different places, and met many different people. Yet, once the novelty faded away, I found myself surrounded by the same lack of meaning. 

Regardless the distance, places or people, true meaning was nowhere to be found. 

After all that, how can anything still matter anymore?

Rain

Sometimes to endure a storm you have to stop yourself from feeling the cold within the rain. But once the thunder stops, and the rain continues to bless, you cannot longer enjoy its gentle hug. You're just wet.

If you force yourself to go through hell too many times, you'll learn to enjoy it. Giving away the will to fight for the right to heaven. A flattened world where everything goes by. You might as well just shut your eyes.

That is why now no matter how much it hurts, I won't force myself to do that, not this one thing, not this one time. Not again. I won't let go, won't ignore pain; won't enjoy it. 

I'll find a way to bring it back, to do it right. In the mean time, I'll just pretend to close my eyes and endure the cold within the rain.

Posible

¿Es posible desenmascarar a la duda que te arrulla por las noches?  
¿Es posible revivir al fuego que se alimenta de sí mismo? 
¿Es posible encontrar a la luna en una noche parchada con promesas?
¿Es posible?