I keep living, after so many failures, believing in God!

I failed because I found myself alone and deprived of the communion of many people who thought sisters and brothers; I failed because I loved and love a person I made unhappy and I didn't give him anything about what she would have liked; I failed with myself because I have always developed projects that work, but that have never exceeded three years of life.

Over time I understood that they are the others who burn the possibilities. This does not give me joy, on the contrary, but it gives me serenity of judgment towards myself and my existence. With the hindsight of later, everyone is capable of making the right choices, but at the moment? In that precise instant where you have to make a decision? Who has the crystal sphere to decide the best thing? Nobody!
It is decided on the basis of the context and with that hope that it is the best thing. Do you make a mistake? No! It is not wrong, you make a contextual decision without knowing what will happen, having made a quick or in -depth calculation on what could happen, but without any certainty.

Until which month ago, the feeling of me was to be "a king mida" on the contrary, that is, everything I touched became ... ...! But that's not true! It was my psychological condition of tiredness and distrust in myself that did not give me the ability to know how to grasp the most important element, that is, myself. Yes, I had stopped having loved me since time. Now it's not that you love me, but at least I really love myself!

When I said that I am given to bring home my life like a loot, I say it citing a step of the Old Testament! I do not believe in an "extraterrestrial God who comes to take me away to be able to start again", rather I believe in a God who elects to his service and that the best loot that is given to a servant is to bring home his existence.