Some words for my english partners

Even though I never typed in english before, even if I make mistakes and sometimes don’t understand, even if everything could be wrong, I want to write in english, because I think people of other languages deserves to know and understand these thoughts. But the autocorrector is killing me hahaha. So, what I want to say now is what I always say in my main langugae, that is that everything could and can be good. But not everything has to be good, first, because that is not good, and second, because we need the wrong. Not because is something worth it, but because it’s valuable in its on way. Not everyone must know everything, but if I can share these sames thoughts with more people, they deserve it. And, well, you never know what comes then. As I always say, good is nice, but good can be wrong as well, in the right circunstances, and in the right moments, everything wrong could be good. But not when we want it, when its the correct time, moment, and all of that hahahaha.

Not all are good, but we must give the right to everyone to prove themselves. Tell me right now. Is everything right? Could be. Now tell me. Must everything be good or nice? If everything must be nice, why is the wrong then? because what, god wants to fuck the shit out of us, or because it actually needs to be right here. Are the bad ones actually mean to be dead, if so, why are they burn in first instance… The wrongs, as well as bad ones, have a purpose. And as I say, it’s not to go away. If that was the meaning, why does it come in first place? Because what? We deserve to be fucked up all the time? Or because it has a meaning… Don’t know you, but I preferr, that everything could be right and nice. Not because is a must, bus because that is what I must believe, no matter what. No matter, life, mind, or me. Everything could be good in any moment, it’s on us to be good. And that doesn’t mean it has to. It just could, it’s on us that everything is good. Why? Because we cannot live for suffering, or pain. We cannotlive for the fear of dead. We cannot live just because we were born, or are alive. There has to be an actual meaning in this shit. Not us for sure, but something needs to explain this. Us, life, mind… What are the explanations for that? Brain? Thanks sherlock, now tell me the right reason. Something, must explain me, my life, my society, and my past. i’m alive because I was born, I don’t think is correct. I’m alive because I can’t be born. I’m alive because you can’t create someone. You cannot create me, nobody is able to do that. Not even me can create myself. I just live because there is a reason why.