…I’m in my room listening to music and thinking about my life and asking myself questions like.. What does my existence mean? What is my purpose? What does the present hold for me? What does the future have in store for me? Will I make something of myself? Am I heading towards the right direction? Am I traveling the right road? Will my life be important? Will I make my dreams a reality? Will my wishes be granted? Will I be what I want to be? What is my reason for being, living, and moving forward?
I ask myself these questions, questions without immediate answers or if answers do exist they only come when we go through experiences that lead me to them. Yet, I still ask the questions and it can be really frustrating not knowing. There is so much that I don’t know about myself, about the world, and about life and living.
I keep trying to remind myself that one lifetime is not enough time to know everything, do everything and be everything. Life can seem really long but, it can also seem really short and…. is it really necessary to measure it in time? Life means more when I measure it by moments in.
You know?…What kind of moments have I had, and what moments I want.
Moments create memories, and memories are the photographs of our hearts…Make life worth while.
Im singing in the rain just singing in the rain what a glorious feeling Im happy again! C: Im laughing at clouds so dark up above Im singing, singing in the rain.
A veces creo que mi corazón se rompe. Pero me permanesco fuerte y me sostengo ahi porque yo sé que te volveré a ver. Aqui no es donde vamos a terminar.
Necesitaba sacrificar lo que tenemos hoy por lo que vamos a tener en el futuro….pero si mi vida apesta en estos momentos mi futuro tiene que ser increible.
c,: Coqui’s are truly unique.
A la medida, estamos echos a la medida…. a la medida tu y yo <3
“I’m never gonna dance again
Gifted feet have got no rhythm
though it’s easy to pretend
I know you’re not a fool”
A la verdad que ya no me vale nada….. Es la misma historia una y otra vez, ya me la se de memoria.
Yo creo en muchas cosas que no he visto, y ustedes también, lo sé.
No se puede negar la existencia de algo palpado por más etereo que
sea. No hace falta exhibir una prueba de decencia de aquello que es
tan verdadero. El único gesto es creer o no. Algunas veces hasta creer
llorando. Se trata de un tema incompleto porque le falta respuesta;
respuesta que alguno de ustedes, quizás, le pueda dar.
Es un tema en technicolor para hacer algo útil del amor. Para todos
nosotros, amén.