I quit,

I stopped wondering why,

if some things happen.

I stopped asking myself the reason behind some other people’s behavior.

I stopped wanting to worry,

I stopped wanting to think about what’s going on behind my back.

After all, that’s where the people who talk stay.

I also stopped wanting to change my life,

first I’m learning to accept it,

and I’m noticing it’s not easy at all.

But I stopped worrying,

not to believe me capable

or at the height of this life.

A lot of things flow through me,

without really touching me.