I didn't always have to tell

It's because I didn't always have to recount the best days, which were sometimes a little too much in my mind, and I sometimes had trouble moving forward, and then accepting them.
this wild introspection of a life, which tore at me despite myself.
But if it's a matter of lightness
that attacks laughter in the night, the wind that refreshes our pains and gives way to distraction, without compassion towards myself, is that I was gradually getting out of it.
An excess of speed that I was driving, sometimes leaving me alone to disappear.
Don't we have to go down in order to climb back up to a great height?
So that everything we are, everything we know, may reach the taste of excellence.