The land of opportunity.

The Golden chances I have been given ever since I set my feet in for the first time.

I believe in a brighter future,

And just maybe, I am starting to see the light.

"There is one thing even more vital to science than intelligent methods; and that is, the sincere desire to find out the truth, whatever it may be"

Charles Sanders Pierce.

Audiomachine - Warlords

Bro,I feel you....

Helping people is a noble thing.

A life lived for others is a life worth living.

Being a doctor is quite the thing.

And people often ask me, "Do you really want to to that?".

"I do. But...". I don't want to be one of those doctors whose mere goal is finding cures for everything.

If I ever become a doctor, it will not be for the mere satisfaction of helping people, but because I would be good at it... Or so I think.

Helping others, once in a while means giving them a second chance, and understanding that life is more than flesh. That is worth the years of training.

I will conclude by saying that I don't want to live to see the day in which there is no disease or condition medicine can't treat.

Because on that day, humanity will find the stupidest qualities of them all.

Wild Titanic Appears!!!

"Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was. It really was".

I'm not saying that money brings happiness.

But currently, I'm in a situation where money could solve at least 90% of my problems.

That's all.

Bastards!!

Today, something unusually awkward happened. 

Before I entered my class, I was required to keep all my stuff on a locker.

Among those things, my breakfast was included.

When we finished, I thought I had taken all of my stuff with me.

A few hours later, I found out something important was missing.... My sandwiches!!!!! D:

I thought "No problem, I know where they are.".

Holy shit!! I opened the locker and there was a bunch of things that weren't mine.

I hope whoever took them enjoyed my home-made sandwiches xD! 

Could you return the case at least? :(

Escribir cosas 'random' cuando se está aburrido.

Oskskiakakauajajañnajañaosfsfsf

Just because there are some feelings and experiences in life we have just not invented the right words for.

Porque al final todo pasa, se disminuye o se sustituye.

Dentro de un tiempo, no seremos más que completos desconocidos. 

Y eso que quedamos en ser amigos.

What have I gotten myself into xd!

I'm feeling so stupid.

I can't even answer questions properly.

Luckily, I haven't been asked a lot.

But it's a shame that whenever she asks about things I'm supossed to know, I just can't think of an answer. I suppose being 2 years away from college does things to your brain.

I'm just hoping this is temporary. Maybe I just need to get the hang of it, again.

No busques más!

Deja de buscar el amor de tu vida. El amor no se encuentra, se construye.

Lo difícil está en encontrar a álguien que te deje poner los ladrillos, álguien que no se queje de las paredes todo el tiempo, álguien que no quiera cambiar los pisos o la pintura cada véz que ya no les place. Álguien que valore esa casa que poco a poco les construiste. 

El chiste yace en encontrar a álguien que no la vaya a demoler.

"You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds"

And honestly I have been begging for answers

That you and only you can give to me.

My voice crying loud,

I've been crying for days now,

And as I start to run, I stop to breathe.

And I was nearly scared to death.

Of why you left in paragraphs.

The words were nearly over us.

You stop and turn and grab your bags.

And I'll be here by the ocean

Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams

All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes

And every wave drags me to sea

I could stand here for hours

Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"

With a tear in His voice, He says, "Son, that's the question."

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

As hours move to minutes

And minutes take longer to break

I will be desperately awaiting

When my tongue won't fall apart

And we've been sitting here for hours

All alone and in the dark

So let me think of how to word it

Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?

If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere

I'm sure everything would find me

All that's left is just to sing.

And if you sing to me sweet until then

I may never sail Virginia again.

And as this current moves slow for me

This much you must know: we'll meet again

And I'll have you know I'm scared to death.

Tell me once again,

That you'll love me to the death.

And should I die, you swear that you will come for me.

As I fade away, you reach out your hand.

Please don't let me go.

Michael Scott - The Sorceress.

“I like places like this," he announced.

I like old places too," Josh said, "but what's to like about a place like this?"

The king spread his arms wide. "What do you see?"

Josh made a face. "Junk. Rusted tractor, broken plow, old bike."

Ahh...but I see a tractor that was once used to till these fields. I see the plow it once pulled. I see a bicycle carefully placed out of harm's way under a table."

Josh slowly turned again, looking at the items once more.

And i see these things and I wonder at the life of the person who carefully stored the precious tractor and plow in the barn out of the weather, and placed their bike under a homemade table."

Why do you wonder?" Josh asked. "Why is it even important?"

Because someone has to remember," Gilgamesh snapped, suddenly irritated. "Some one has to remember the human who rode the bike and drove the tractor, the person who tilled the fields, who was born and lived and died, who loved and laughed and cried, the person who shivered in the cold and sweated in the sun." He walked around the barn again, touching each item, until his palm were red with rust." It is only when no one remembers, that you are truely lost. That is the true death.” 

Da rison.

I've been waiting for this for so long.

And now that I've finally got it.

I'm scared of checking it and finding things I don't want to know about.

"All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don't even know you're walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how far away home can be. 

Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path. Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place."

- Patch Adams