The choice

When your life is finished, you will be able to see, right before dying, a clear and limpid image of what it was. You know, each time you make the good, you embellished this image. The least concern than you carry for nature are also counted to you. You posed a benevolent act which a such boomerang will return to you. Nothing is lost under the sun God. You support the completion of a better world in which you can take part if you really wish it.
The occasions most beautiful to be happy are often those which are presented to you on a simple path, if simple that you believe to have travelled false. Knows that the least gift of oneself always leads to paths of eternity.
I offer myself these words which expresses beautiful work well that you make here in this marvellous world.
Let run your wound, lets leave what pollutes your interior, selected your friends, selected also to express freely with the eyes of all, without clash and without much demonstration, your interior such as it is. When you do that, you will enjoy a major peace then and in your heart you will feel, you will taste the true love. Only withdraw yourself, far, slips deeply in you. Listen, stops speaking internally, make silence, does not force anything. Go ahead carefully with yourself. It is that the wellbeing!
Move in your heart, changes the eyes of your heart. Remove your blinkers, adjusts your sight with realities of the true happiness and make the training in certain manners of living which you will discover. Am not afraid, especially, of the changes of direction in your life. Is your heart as a wind mill which turns turns according to winds and stores energy benefactor?
Is your heart only one wind vane which, it also, follows the forces of the winds, but does not pile up anything which is worth? Be in the life of the others, the seasoning, the prickly one which misses and which can lead them to their interior. Be as the manure which will make flower the interior, even if all seems only remains. It is necessary also that you are surrounded people filled to crack of life, hope, joy, of love, peace and of all that is good.
Think that happiness starts in you. You seek, you seek happiness, you make the turn of you, you look at behind, ahead, apart from you, you disfigure the happiness of the others jealously. And if to end of torments, tired to seek, you return in you, then you it remarks, it is there to expect, dissimulated well with-inside you, independently of the external constraints. It is not the happiness which decreases, but our vision which is muddled.