Laberintos, Caminos y Rincones

Picture this...

You have to make a work trip; not so exited because it is literally working lunches, a very cold weather for this caribbean sun lover, and a four hour wait for your connecting flight.

Your boss's assistant has booked so many trips for the company that she actually manages to bump you up to first class... "This might actually be a pleasant flight" (you think to yourself)

There you are sitting in first class zipping on a mimosa when this very old, very poorly dressed guy sits right next to you...

"Oh GREAT"... how on earth can this man be allowed dressed like that in first class.

He was sweaty, wearing very old very torn knee long jeans, a black t-shirt that wa almost gray, and some very old very dirty pair of tennis shoes.

He was very nice and would not shut up... he did not get that I was not interested in talking to him, but manners kicked in (I blame my mom completely!!!) and trying not to be rude I politely listened to what this random old guy had to say.

Ironically enough, after 15 mins I was actually paying attention and enjoying the conversation.

It turned out, this guy actually had a very successful business, he sold it and was enjoying his old age travelling and meeting new people... he loved talking and I enjoyed listening...

So, from this random old guy (I honestly do not remember his name) I learned three valuable lessons that I will never forget.

1. Save at least one dollar of every paycheck - (You don't know what will happen tomorrow)
2. Work Smart not Hard - (It's not about busting your a%^ off, it's about getting results and having time to enjoy them)
3. Life is not fair - (There will always be someone less prepared who got the job, there will always be someone who will not value your effort, and there will always be loss at some point of time... Hey! that's life... and NO it is never fair, but you have to make the best of it)

What is a dream?... And I'm not talking about the dream that you have when you go to sleep and live in fantasy land, I'm talking about that idea that does not come out of your head... that scene you replay in your head every single time you have a chance.

Can dreams come true? I believe they do... but hey what do I know, I'm the girl that stopped chasing her dreams because she needed to please everyone...

And here I am 15 years older and hopefully a few years wiser, working my $%^* off to help the dreams of others... why do I say it in a bitter way? because their dream is not contagious; and here is a crazy thought, I think dreams indeed can be contagious, as long as the ultimate goal is something you want badly as well.

So again... What is a dream? a dream is something the a lot of people in the world will come together and tell you it can't be done... a dream is something so frightening that you can barely breathe but you still want it will all your heart...

So even if the world is against you, don't let go of your dream, work on it, nourish it, bring it to live! and then when your dream becomes your reality share it with those few individuals that supported you, and rub it in the face of those who didn't... (Wait did I just write that???) I'm kidding, those who wanted to hold you back need to be shown that nothing is impossible, but that it requires hard work, determination and sometimes becoming deaf, a dream will never require you to stop being yourself; uniqueness is something rare in this world.

So ... What is a dream? a dream is the not so far away future of a few,
and the frustration of many that instead of nourishing it kill it because it's too hard.  

Esta es un un cuento dedicado a mi querido padre en el día de su cumpleaños:

"Erase una vez, no hace mucho tiempo atrás y en un reino no muy lejano un Rey que era justo, bondadoso, amoroso; este rey gobernaba su tierra con con Amor y era amado por todos.

Ademas de tener riquezas y inimaginables, tenia la mejor riqueza de todas, tenia una familia unida, que se amaban entre sí y lo amaban a él.

Pero a pesar de ser un GRAN rey, en todos los reinados de esa época había una escasez de electricidad y la población se quedaba en oscuridad total por largos periodos de tiempo; cuando esto ocurría el Rey salía a la terraza de su gran castillo con su reina, príncipes y súbditos a esperar la claridad.

Pero que pasa, a la princesa la oscuridad la llenaba de pánico, y de la única forma que este miedo era aplacado era cuando el Rey le hacía historias; verán, el Rey era MUY intimidante, pero nunca lo fue para la princesa.

El rey hacía lo mejor posible por contarle la historia menos trágica y más femenina que se sabía, "la caperucita roja"; pero la princesa anhelaba escuchar cuentos de hadas; y todas las noches después de oír el cuento de la caperucita roja pedía lo mismo:

 - Padre puedes hacerme otro cuento?
 - Cómo cuál? (replicaba el Rey)
 - Quizas la cenicienta?
 - No querida hija mía, no me se ningun otro cuento.


La princesa amaba a su padre con locura y entendía que esas historias no eran algo con lo que el Rey la pudiera complacer.

Pasó el tiempo y unos magos del Rey pudieron crear artefactos que retenían la electricidad, y asi la princesa no tendría más miedo; pero que paso, al irse esos momentos de oscuridad, se fueron también los cuentos de la caperucita y el Rey nunca se pudo aprender un cuento de hada.

La princesa creció, formó su propio reino (si es una princesa moderna) y entonces la princesa entendió que le correspondía a ella hacerle los cuentos de hada al rey...

Pero paso algo curioso, a la misma princesa se le olvidaron los cuentos de hadas, pero decidida en buscarle un cuento al rey, se puso a buscar, indagar libros y nada...

Fue entonces cuando casi derrotada, sonrío, no tenía un cuento de hada, pero si un cuento real c; fue a donde su padre y le dijo así :

"Padre tras años y años de buscar ya entendi que habia una razon detras de tu no poder aprenderte un cuento de hada, es que ya mi final feliz lo tuve, ya mi mas grande amor existe; y ya no puedo pedir más a esta tierra; pues mi mas grande amor esta parado en frente de mi, y nunca tendre un final feliz, porque nuestro amor nunca tendra un final, ya no existe en el mundo padre que ame más a sus hijos, y no existe tampoco hija que ame mas a su Rey, su padre!"

 Feliz Cumple Papiringo!

I wish I didn't have to talk and people could just read my thoughts...

My silences usually speak more than my words, but my silences are usually harsher... They scream at me begging me to put a stop to the madness surrounding me.

How can I diplomatically ask you if you have lost your mind???

How can I sweetly ask you to go to hell?

Have you really mistaken my silence for stupidity? have you really no clue of how insufferable your codependency is?

You blame me for being too attached, to submissive; however apparently you have confused my politeness for submission... it seems you really don't know me at all.

I might have a heart attack and die and you would have no clue that you're silently causing me mini-heart attacks accompanied by absolute  pain and frustration; and there when I'm about to speak, when I'm about to say something, it hits me that probably my words can be the cause of mini-heart attacks and frustration...

So after giving it much thought and consideration, I decide not listen to my harsh silence and keep holding it inside.

So the question still remains... to speak or not speak.

Nothing in life comes for free...
By free I don't mean money, I'm talking about the most expensive currency there is... TIME
You fall in love, you invest time on a relationship and it pays off or it doesn't ... it's simple as that.
You build a family, you raise kids, you invest time on them wishing and hoping you will eventually collect on your time investment... Sometimes it pays, yet sometimes it doesn't.
You work for years in a company doing what you love, what you don't so much at times and you hope it will be worth wild... well again my friends sometimes it does sometimes it doesn't.

So... If time is an investment, should I worry so much in spending it wisely.

After so much investment I've come to learn that you should NOT spend so much time, you should WASTE it...

Have I gone mad??? probably; but after giving it much thought, the times that have paid off are the ones I've wasted.

I'm not saying at all go ahead and do nothing... i'm saying do something expecting nothing in return.

Recently I had forgotten how much I love my job, until I "wasted" my time explaining to my team why I thought their super heroes! Yes... we have lot's going on... Yes we have deliverables... but in these months of madness I never felt I accomplished more until that day.

You have to do what you love, you have to be who you love!... Go back to basics...

I have "wasted" so much time this week and it has paid off.

So dare to waste time talking to old friends, reading or writing... waste your time doing what you love and it WILL pay off!

Que te puedo prometer que ya no te hayan prometido

Ella mujer exitosa, ella llena de juventud y sabiduría, ella la misma estúpida de ayer, peleando por causas indefendibles, cansada de tanto pelear con su reflejo en el espejo, ella, pobre de ella que porque ya es adulta no puede berrinchar como adolescente...

Que paso con ella? ... creció... se conformo con no creer en cuentos de hadas...
Ella mi amiga fiel, le tengo tanta lastima, se muere un año y con el se mueren parte de sus sueños, pasa el tiempo e hizo lo que prometió nunca hacer... Ella creció... Ahora ella entiende a todo el mundo, escucha a todo el mundo, da consejos a todo el mundo, pero a ella, nadie la escucha, nadie la entiende, nadie pregunta como se siente, ella sufre en silencio y sonríe en publico, ella ama un pasado que no podrá ser su futuro porque sabe que a ella no la amaran como siempre soñó de niña...

Ella, pobre de ella que no escucha sus propios consejos, pobre miserable... Ella, ella como todos los años morirá un poco, ella recibirá el 2015, llena de esperanza, llena de nostalgia, llena de sueños muertos y caricias no encontradas, ella se mezclara con el resto de los mortales y nadie sabrá, que ella es grandiosa, nadie le dirá que agradecen a Dios por su presencia, se volverá mas cínica aun, mas sola entre multitudes, ella no sera ella más, sera un simple recuerdo que solo ella recordará, ella sera igual que en el 2015 como el en 2014 "un modelo a seguir" seran ella y su soledad.