Invisible bands hold us, and we stay there. Chains that show us all the time to what extent we are really free, and to what extent we are condemned to not being able to cross hundreds of limits.
Tied to memories, some people forget to live, they lock themselves in that past, imperfect past, in situations that were already and now are no longer. You can not make your present, keep writing your story. It is that knot that forced them to keep the pencil and stole their future. They close their eyes, they do not see what surrounds them. They are clinging to objects, elements that go back to those times.
Do not let life escape, there are no second chances
