I'll be turning 20 on the 6th, one week from today, and it's impossible not to think of what I have and haven't done with my life....
20. That is 1/4 of life expectancy at birth.... 10,512000 minutes i've lived, loved and laughed...

I am not the person I thought I'd be a couple of years back... I've changed A LOT in the past two years, fortunately... I have done so much in these 20 years, and yet, I still have TONS of things to do, see, discover, learn, eat, love...

I have laughed so much in this life, but haven't smiled.... Bitterness is still my thing... Maybe I should work on that...or not...

I have loved, and been loved back.... I've been jealous out of reason, and out of stupidity... I've said those three words and meant them.... I've said "enough" and walked the other way...
I want to get back on the love game...

Due to my soon-to-be-acquired-new wisdom, I feel I must share all my knowledge with you guys:

-Don't be afraid to like and love something or somebody.
-Know when to say "that's it", "goodbye", "enough", or "the hell with you".
-Realize when you're not happy, or when you're not getting what you really want from something or somebody, and change it.
-Try new things....who knows?
-Study what you like.
-Exploit your talents.
-Like your work.
-Express yourself.
-Live.

Suelo postear banalidades, cuentos, divagues en inglés, etc.... Pero hoy no... Me cansé de lo lindo, de sonreir, de la buena onda....

Las fiestas son una mierda. Siempre odié navidad, año nuevo, e incluso festejar mi cumpleaños...No son actividades que lo realicen a uno...son meras cuestiones sociales de la civilización cristiana de occidente...
No hay un gordo de rojo que te traiga lo que desees... no... No se te cumplen los 3 deseos de la torta.... No existen camellos que coman pasto de ventanas.... Existe lo que hay, y por lo general lo que hay no es bueno... Hay lujuria, avaricia, pereza, gula, soberbia, ira y envidia.... De todo eso sobra....
Sobran mediocres, gente que maneja lento, mujeres interesantes con novio, hijos de puta, y sus madres. Son pocos los necesarios. Son pocos los buenos.
Excesos de odio y de amor... ¿con cuál quedarse?
Es tan difícil alcanzar un estado de "felicidad", o por lo menos no de tristeza, como para que los mencionados arriba lo den vuelta en un segundo. Son muchos los que tienen miedo de vivir, de probar, de cambiar....

Listo, tenía que vomitar esto.