Cateodata si cei mai buni prieteni devin simple cunostinte,persoane cu care candva,demult obisnuiai sa vorbesti atat de des incat puteai sa reciti din memorie programul lor pe o saptamana intreaga.
La revedere vechi prieteni, poate o sa ne mai intalnim.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Chapter 4
How do I change my life so that I will no longer say "I will do this later, I am not old enough now"?
I feel as though I will lose a big part of my life if I keep being so mild, so docile when it comes to what I want. Truth be told, I am terrified one day I will wake up and see that I have not done any of the things I dreamt of doing. I mean do I really want to be a politician? Do I want that life, filled with official meetings, interviews, lies, corruption and stress?
I wish I knew what I wanted to do besides traveling and descovering the world, because I do not know what type of job that is. I guess my idea of politics and me together had something to do with an embassy somewhere exotic and remote, somewhere with great weather, where I can attend elaborate parties and entertain handsome officials from all over the world with my fantastic stories about critical situations in Cuba or funny details about a man trying to build a temple out of all his memories ( that man would be me but i thought men were better with mixing ciment).
I am scared of what I truly want, because what I want can only be attained through war, a war against too many cruel people for me to win by myself. Now, I'm not sure about politics, everyone wants to be in power, the difference is that they would be willing to do much more to reach their goal. I want something else, but what that something else is I do not know.
I feel as though I will lose a big part of my life if I keep being so mild, so docile when it comes to what I want. Truth be told, I am terrified one day I will wake up and see that I have not done any of the things I dreamt of doing. I mean do I really want to be a politician? Do I want that life, filled with official meetings, interviews, lies, corruption and stress?
I wish I knew what I wanted to do besides traveling and descovering the world, because I do not know what type of job that is. I guess my idea of politics and me together had something to do with an embassy somewhere exotic and remote, somewhere with great weather, where I can attend elaborate parties and entertain handsome officials from all over the world with my fantastic stories about critical situations in Cuba or funny details about a man trying to build a temple out of all his memories ( that man would be me but i thought men were better with mixing ciment).
I am scared of what I truly want, because what I want can only be attained through war, a war against too many cruel people for me to win by myself. Now, I'm not sure about politics, everyone wants to be in power, the difference is that they would be willing to do much more to reach their goal. I want something else, but what that something else is I do not know.
Chapter 3
The years I spent in high school were like a warm summer garden of wild roses and hopes. My dreams seemed to bloom with each day and my spirit traveled the world on the scented breeze of the wind. Those were years of perfection, even my angry tears were perfect, they made no sense then, but appear as a simple formula now. It was easy to cry about the unfairness of the law, or rather about how the morally weak but financially rich prey on the honest, it was easy to fall asleep praying that one day you will change the lives of those who suffered, I daydream that I would be the one to end all the pain, the wars, the hunger, it was normal to pray, wishing for the chance to lead people to a better destination. I would mostly live in my mind, wishing and imagining how I could perhaps make the bad see the good, how I could inspire a planet to become a united front, how I could convince myself that I will be able to change the destiny of people for the better, and mostly how hard I prayed that I do not become the people I wanted to protect the world from. When you look at the sun for too long you might loose your sight, so you go on live in a black hole with no light, and your once radiant figure will only cast shadows on earth. I wish not to be a burden, not to be a shadow, I wish to heal. I wish my garden would bloom forever,I wish not to forget that those who have the power to help others, have the responsibility to do so.
Forgive and become stronger, build, perfect and protect.
Forgive and become stronger, build, perfect and protect.
Chapter 2
How long have we been asking each other this question on the 14th of February? I remember when you gave me that postcard with the cute teddy bear, i think you got it from some teen magazine promoting tampons and pads. On the back of it you wrote: Will you be my Valentine? I think that's the first time i actually cared about Valentine's Day. I cared by association, God, I was so happy you wanted me, i was happy you were willing to give up the other girls and trust me completely.
I know you might have never thought of it this way, but i have always wanted you, from the second i layed my eyes on you. It's as they say, someone always loves more, I love you more and for me that is all right. My heart can give infinitelly, but there is only so much you can take. I understand you, I know all too well how your spirit bends to the will of the world, but please, just this once, bend your spirit in my direction. Come home!
I know you might have never thought of it this way, but i have always wanted you, from the second i layed my eyes on you. It's as they say, someone always loves more, I love you more and for me that is all right. My heart can give infinitelly, but there is only so much you can take. I understand you, I know all too well how your spirit bends to the will of the world, but please, just this once, bend your spirit in my direction. Come home!
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