springs simply with a few basic needs and an endless imagination, open mind and no prejudices, just be sketchy, perhaps, but happy. Sufficient to be always so simple to be happy, I almost certainty: cry when you're sad, smile when you're happy, say "I love you" to those you love.
But they're almost never. I at least, are not seldom.
There are defenses, fears, education, the memories ... There are too many things. Owning
less, have less inside buildings, more space for the simple feelings, the individual flavors, names easy.
Sometimes you think that the personalities are the most interesting or complex as you like, but we are not paintings or puzzle, we are only beings who aspire to happiness, no critic will judge the lines that weave in and you will not receive a vote on the colors that our soul knows how to mix on the canvas. Everything that we receive is exactly equal to what we give, not a crumb more or less, does not return us to a single shade different from those we have drawn in the lives of others.
Simplicity. Being able to cry and be able to laugh, to love without knowing how to hide, how to remove those who do not want to close. Simplicity.
Perhaps it is only the secret of everything. As it happens, is a very simple secret.