It's almost a year from my last journal update. Creepy... Time is going away so fast and we lose it so easy sometimes. We may be used to be always young and very often forget that it's not forever. Nevertheless, youth stays in the spirit, not in the body; then it's our choice if we want to stay young forever.
I've met many young people who behave as old ones, and some people of age who have more energy and enthusiasm for life than myself.

Sometimes I wonder, how can they do that? Feel and consequentely stay so young?
I believe they must have problems also, difficulties, etc. Are my troubles as big as theirs? I doubt it, so why is that many times I feel disoriented and spiritless while they show an admirable courage to confront life's fair and bad times?

I would like my day to have 48 hours instead of just 24. I am SO... SO busy! But sometimes not sure what I'm gaining of it.
Hope I'm not giving the wrong perception. All the stuff I do is good and I actually like it all, it's just too much and the 24 hour day is not long enough to do and finish it all as I would like to.

Those who have read till this point, please, rather than giving me your opinion (though I totally appreciate it), tell me a little bit about your day and activities and how you manage to accomplish them, if you do. And if you don't, I'd just like to listen your stories.

K.

¿No han sentido alguna vez que sin importar en qué están ocupados, lo disfrutan y tratan de realizar de la mejor manera?
Sean los estudios, tareas, trabajo, lectura, cocina, arte.
Aun más interesante, que dicha ocupación no interfiere con sus intereses, sino que se adapta en un místico ritmo.

En este momento me encuentro en el trabajo, como lo que llaman acá "asistente legal". Por el momento estoy desocupada - lo cual no durará y por ello escribo aquí -, estoy en el 3er cuatrimestre de la carrera, tengo pareja, aun vivo con mis padres, amo todo lo relacionado con el arte y por ello aparte de lo que hago ahora, pretendo dibujar/pintar, seguir escribiendo, ver/analizar películas, leer... Acaricio la imágen futura de ser madre y juro (a mí misma) que trabajo en superarme en todos los aspectos.

¿Es posible todo eso al mismo tiempo?
Qué susto...
Por ello mi contento interno. Puedo sentir que sí es posible, místicamente posible.

No tengo absolutamente nada seguro - otro susto -, pero cierta paz embarga. La certidumbre, tal vez, de que todo aquello que deseo depende de mí, sólo de mí. Está en mis manos.
Agradezco al universo por las oportunidades actuales y futuras y pido que otros también las tengan a su disposición.

Saludos a todos.

Dosvidania!

I don't expect anyone to read this, I don't even know why I'm writing here!

I feel so hopeful and happy!

Things are not perfect, this world is very unfair and weird. In fact, it's so weird that when, for instance, we read some passionate and innocent writing we call it naive and laugh!
It's not in our hands to exterminate corruption or badness from this reality, but we are still able to feel happy, be happy, inside.
Each mind is a Universe.

15 months of growth and love.
I finally began to understand that it is possible.

The wheel of destiny moves on...

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I'll try to upload something soon.
Thank you for stopping by, if you did.


Oyasuminasai.

Encima del viento, cerca del cielo, en vértigo hacia el atardecer.
Con sed y congoja, estirando los brazos, la Luna es un imán...

El día en la noche, volando volando, podemos fusionar.
Que no exista horizonte, no haya frontera entre las nubes rubíes y el mar.

Entre nubes rubíes y mar...

It is always difficult for me to forget it all and start over.
Forget laziness, mostfuly.

So, now I hope I won't be so lazy anymore and finally become what I wanted to be my entire life.

An artist...