A patch

I was born defective! I’ve crazy gaps of happiness.

One day I feel good and a hundred others are looking for that well-being, which I remember trying but that moment was so fast and other days go by just looking for it.

I must have a small hole somewhere and if I only knew where, I would put a patch in it, but one of those sturdy Nappa leather, which my mom sewed on the elbows of my little girl shirts and which made them indestructible.

During the search for the lost hole, I often wondered how to keep happiness and I searched for the answer in every beat of my heart, in every deep breath and I can tell you… even in my head: the darkest place I have. Yes, I was brave!

And right inside that darkness, I found the answer:

“You can’t hold back that deafening moment of wonder that runs through you from top to bottom, you have to live it and nothing more. If you do, you will feel it inside you, for the remaining 99 days before his return.”

It would seem easy! But to repair the hole, what should I do?

Wait! What if it wasn’t a hole but a relief valve?

So maybe mine isn’t a congenital defect… what a relief!! I had already imagined myself with a patch and up to here, nothing wrong with that… is that… I didn’t know where.