My long awaited nothingness

So here I am.
There is nothing valuable to say except that life is streaming powerful through this boiling blood of mine.
The same life I breath every morning, the same life that allows me to raise my head toward the horizon, with grin on my face and numbness evaporating.
I am not actually ready, I've never been ready. But right now I know that my centre of mass is steady, the momentum is ready to be released and all the future kinematic ain't determined yet. I'm just a compressed spring, lock 'n' loaded, ready to strike.

There was uncertainty in the past. I was trapped into the nightmare of "I fear what's next".
Now something else replaced the fear.
"Be C infinite!" I scream everyday to the mirror. That's the solution: being infinitely differentiable, hell!, you must be analytic all over the domain!
Play it smooth, let it flow, laugh at everything because everything is just the only and unique opportunity you have.

The quote of the day is something like:
"Men live two lives. The second begins when you realize there's only one life".

You know, recently I got involved in a fight. I was completely innocent and because of a friend I was targeted by two junkies. They started kicking and punching me, until I decided to flee with a motherfucking rush of adrenaline.
I felt the pain where I was hit but I also realized the potential.
Hadn't I fled, I could have killed those two idiots.

I had tons of experiences in the last month and everything led me to reformulate my rules.
Now I know why you wanna hate me.
Now I see the dancing scythe much too close and now I say "fuck you". Precisely.

I say exactly like that to everyone: to the brutal authority and to the bitchy girl, to the rabid dog and to the peaceful granny.

This is not a juvenile revival of useless rebellion.
This is what I want everyone to understand: life is just achieving and enjoy the achievement.
You don't have to be neither selfish nor selfless, you don't need to be detached, no need to be attached.
There is no utopia, no dystopia, no heaven and no hell. There is no odd or even.
No fate.
No faith.
No hope and no despair.

Be smooth, shape with bluntness and shave with bloodlessness.
Write down bullshits in a foreign language and laugh at those that can't see how much you really care.

Be strong and don't hide that YOU CARE, that nothing can scare you.
That every second you breath is an adrenaline rush.