Another year goes by, a cycle , disappearances, newcomers, events, fears, laughter, tears, hopes shattered, grieving sentences, beliefs broken, stories created, others destroyed, roads crossed paths crossed, cities transformed a changing world.
This season, I saw my hand with a bitter taste that makes my task legendary optimism, optimism sometimes disturbing words of one friend, people do not like those who see life differently but this vision is not as clear in these times, is not as pink as smooth and clear, especially when it is a start, and starting in oneself is a loss, calamity, a lack that will never be filled.
This year has been mouthful of departures, many thousands of old, as they are calls in other languages, these old people who enrich the world with their presence, and when these storytellers, these witnesses of past go, you feel the blow oneself older, a little more helpless, more vulnerable, can no longer rely on the advice of those who have learned to face the destiny and live with.
this year had also witnessed another kind of farewell, when it leaves people with whom we shared a long life, which saw more than his family, we knew secrets, who was appeased pain, relieving suffering, and with whom we have laughed in bursts because life wants follows a different path, we changed course, and then each reunion revives memories, anecdotes, snippets of life properly shared.
And as is customary, because now it is a custom, another type of departure is necessary for itself, people in whom you bet all your confidence with which you are building sandcastles, and have gone much faster, even before his imaginary castles will take shape in the head, and you tell me the better, but who knows in the end ... I saw
love we thought indestructible and melt s' fly in the twinkling of an eye, suddenly it makes you reconsider your idea this whole concept, would it be imaginary? Should we believe it has made its way and it is part of an era that no longer exists? Should we store it in a drawer at the back of his head?
In this year I met several new people, new ways of thinking, seeing things, I saw people lost sight of, and I appreciated the surprise to discover that they are not the same , they bring you a new vision of them, but the memory related to you some time is still there, suddenly you feel closer.
I decided to bury my watercolor vision of life without compromising my colors, and then yes I can not stop believing that the property exists in this world, even receiving nothing, nothing to win, there will always help, give, there will always be those who're essential for other , which in a few moments you can illuminate their world, with simple strokes, you can make them still believe in the beauty of life, a life made beautiful by, but there is this mist that the striker, a mist that will eventually dissipate, maybe.
But my dreams with open eyes to persist, and I'm sure I'm not the only one to share them, inspires me to always believe, to cling to positivism, to mock derision of fate to smile no matter the circumstances and substitute, because life would not it finally a sequence of substitutions, we bury it hurts us, we replace by the rich, it's better than staying inert and watch others move forward and meet at the end tt alone.
This year I find myself clinging to my imaginary scale, yet, I have mounted the stairs, I saw the gap may be far, I said good because I can still see the blur, but hope is there.
I want to tell my family and my friends I love you, we tell them enough, I would also like to thank these virtual characters notes are now part of everyday life, with whom we interact and we send each other and this imaginary kiss, without seeing them, feel them, touch them, something she never believed could happen, new means of communication we are faced with extraordinary characters that may be the screen hides their flaws but the moment of conversation and sharing a few moments make them very valuable.
For next year I expect a lot of newcomers, many small things that will come into the world and that I already know without them, I expect that God grants wishes, my wishes, yours, and those who are most in need, and then to all the walls that exist, that apart, that separate and document the cruelty of men disappear.
2010 is year round, may-be such as generous, loving and tender as it looks, I wish you all a Happy New Year.
