Mismatch

The world has become a strange place. I've lost my way, I'm out of rhythm, I can not fit in. I'm not understanding the music, the swing, the beat.

I can not put the details of the day in twenty four hours, the plan in twelve months, or life in perspective, on a horizon.

I lost the harmony of time; I get in my way, I get sick. There are things left to do.

The feeling of incompetence dominates me, accompanies me;

It is a time that I do not dominate anymore and I ask myself: is it me or happens to everyone?

I am the exception or I am the model caught in this crowd that as I move and advances desperately to fulfill an unknown mission.

The years go by, there's a lot of tiredness, there's a lack of hair, there are frustrations left. I realize until technology has improved the body, but it has not relieved soul that to it has not yet adapted.

This mismatch may explain the anguish; but it does not relieve the pressure of not being able to fit my values ​​in these new times. I think that if more quantity was generated, but not necessarily more quality, this mismatch could not hold the values.

The technology affected the body, accelerated the mind, but failed to evolve the soul.

I see with apprehension the future, for I do not know how to unveil the secrets of the soul.

If anyone knows let me know.