Yesterday, I felt sadness. And when I talked with other people and they asked me: “How do you feel today?” and my answer was “I´m living”, they asked again: “Are you ok?” Actually, they asked me about two times if I was ok, and the two times I said: “I´m living”. When I have to report my mood and I don´t use the words “good” or “bad”, I realize some kind of bewilderment appears on people´s face. I used to say “I´M GOOD” every time as a polite greeting, and when they used to ask me again, because sometimes my face gave me away, I repeated “Everything is fine”. I never could say I am feeling sad or bad. Maybe, with some friend, I could say “I am feeling sad” but most the time I started crying, without saying something. Perhaps, without my knowing it, I sensed that being sad was not bad. That idea of being sad is bad or being happy is good. Everything is. My sadness was about how hard is when you can see very clear the path you should walk to that amazing place of calm and peace, an...