“I am stronger than myself” (just as Clarice Lispector wrote) and despite my body weakening, my soul does not give up hope, because it knows that happiness is not something that is sought, but that it is present in the little things of our daily lives. And that's why I keep smiling, even if sometimes I cry. And I cry. But I'm smiling now. Yes, I'm weird, but you want to know? I like myself a lot!