The routine is an aspect of the life of every human being that we can hardly fight, and they easily fall. In today's world, we are all likely to be potential victims of this "evil." But this is just one of many consequences of our script for the movie "Planet Earth" has brought. We and we alone are responsible for what we have right now. We have been us, for example, we have given vital importance to money, which inevitably need to work as the only way to achieve this and, thus, "plug holes" hipotdolls, insurance, various whims, etc. When subject to a few hours, we live completely subject to them. And not only applies to people with paid, this also applies to those who study in the future, charge for what we do.
guess it's something I accept and what I live, because after all takes so much time being, but it's seem unfair. I do not know what the objective or purpose of life, I do know is that I want my goals in life are experiencing the most of the good things about this espACIO which we have called "World" and learn from the bad things that also made up, because after all, these are the real lessons to give, as to my purpose, I want to be the fullness. Fullness feeling that I've done everything I wanted-not only what I could, and fullness to not regret things I've done (is something I currently work) and for having achieved full stretch happiness, that feeling which conclude soon-to impossible limits, although this will remove your true essence. I have the feeling of having done it all and feel proud of it.
TMLXC moment, I am in a state of frustration. I do not know if it is due to the stage where I meet-adolescence, that they say is so horrible but I find that comforting or my way of being. The fact is that I consider an unstable person, easily bored of things and people, and needs at all times, having projects, experiment, imagine. And thanks to the latter to what I am "surviving" this hot summer of 2009. I do not know what to feel when, in a few years, take the view atrásy you remember but the find in the present, tengo to write this.
After a full year -9 months-in an institute of a Seville town, which, like it or not, I have what is known by itself " life ", my mind is in a state of confusion concern. To take two consecutive years traveling to Gran Canaria for 20 days or so, I've realized how important it is for me to take a breath of fresh air, change of scenery. Maybe it's something we all need, but since I do not know the particular case of each person, I focus on my own. In those years, I was not fully consciente of how beneficial they were for me those days. Feelings, sensations and experiences lived there were not at all comparable to those experienced in Seville during 9 months. Especially since in 20 days I felt more alive than the rest of the year. Should clarify that, from my point of view, life is not synonymous with breathing and that this body that we have qualified as a resident of feeling beat regularly. No. To live is to feel, with all that that entails.
speak of Gran Canaria and could talk about anything elseis July 31 and I'm in Seville, about 30 degrees at 4am. I keep thinking about my situation just a year ago: I was extremely happy, surrounded by people who had seen a total of up to 40 days in two years, but that I felt relaxed and comfortable. I am a person who may feel strongly about me and maybe that is why I left influenced by their essences, made of water and salt.
A maximum fullness ran my physical body from head to toe and my mindthe shaking violently. Diving through the streets of the capital in the company of different, special. So special that one light is responsible for part of my adolescence. Without realizing it, was also accompanied by a person who, unbeknownst to me, was to mark their scent on my skin fire. Until today. As I was saying: let me go. Unlike last year, was not absorbed in my gloomy thoughts when the time of the game. On the contrary, I was squeezing the last few hours in my particular Eden. We spent a pleasant evening of farewell, in which I laughed a lot, I cried secretly with a gfriend ran and served for a shoulder to cry with another girl, a little early to catalog as a friend, but definitely a great companion for adventure. All this while trying unsuccessfully to ignore the look of those eyes \u0026lt;\u0026lt;llenos of vida>> to drill without asking my permission.
The inevitable moment of departure was imminent, and could not help but smile to myself as I watched last dream that beach I, I'd "steal your breath" with the muse. That museemerge only to evoke past memories on that beach with a view to eternity. I smiled because I was convinced that something less than a year volveríaa bathe in the sea and roll around on the sand. In silence, as she hugged fellow recent summer, a dull sound flooded my ears and a tear threatened to leave my interior, and a tear always accompany 19 mA s-. It was the last time I looked into the eyes of Plato.
few hours later, my skin and my heartng said goodbye to me from the airport and I could only tremble and be in a panic, as a body in the flesh was what he brought back.
not even shed some tears. Drowned before birth.
Frustration is a state very bitter, but I feel I must acknowledge having been endowed with a mind able to tuck and protect the low moments.
