The little pebble....

There was once a small pebble that laid in a rocky beach....
So conscious of that fact that he was a pebble, the pebble just laid there, convinced there was nowhere else he could go and nothing else he could do or be.... Except being the pebble that he was...

One day, for the tides were higher than usual, the pebble got wet by the incoming spray...
While his surface got darker due to the sea spray, the pebble got more and more surprised...
How could his color change like that? How could that be?
For he was just a pebble...

As the day went by and the sun got warmer... The pebble started to dry....
And now with a new change in color and a thin layer of salt around him...
Oh my! Oh my! The pebble thought....
How can I, a simple pebble, change again?

Later on that day, as the tide rose once again, small waves started to break on the poor pebble, pushing him away....
No! No!
I shall not move! For I'm just a pebble and pebbles do not move!
So the little pebble tried as hard as he could to stay where the was... But the tide was getting higher and higher and so the waves were hitting harder and harder...
And the poor pebble, tried as he might, could not maintain himself in his same old place....
Why, oh why? Why must I change? For I'm just a pebble and pebbles do not change!

Suddenly a big wave came.... Rolling the pebble from his place....
And the poor little pebble, that believed there was nothing else he could do or be, started drifting away....

Who are you?

Who is that person that looks in the mirror?
Who are you?
You, that held a dying woman's hand to give her some comfort...
Who are you?
Yes, you... the one that felt your heart rejoice when a baby decided to be born into your hands...
Who are you?
Who is the girl that danced in the middle of the street with a homeless man just because he told you the story of how his wife and baby girl died...
Who are you?
The one that didn't allow pain and bruises from falling of the stairs to held you back...
Who are you?
Who is that person that fought so hard for a dream that when it came true you already had another dream to fight for...
Who are you?
Who is the person that dazzled with the nigh sky in Africa just as much as it rejoiced with the snow falling while you were out in the sea...
Who are you?
That little girl that loved her grandpa so much that she woke up praying for him not to dye in the morning after he had passed away...
Who are you?
You that never believed in princes and ended up finding your own prince...
Who are you?
Yes, you!
Who are you?
Yes, you that looks into my eyes and smiles...

Because you know it's ok.... even if you don't know who you are...

Choices...

Who is the person that will forever be by your side?
Who is the only person that you can always count on?

Yeah, you've got it... You know perfectly well who it is!
And considering that you know it so well, why on earth are you trying to blame others for the things that that person has or hasn't done?

How easy is it for to many of us to do whatever necessary to get rid of the responsibility of controlling ones life, but will not do a single thing to move towards the things we say that we want?
It's so damn easy to complain isn't it?
So much easier than assuming that you are not perfect... But that you want to work on getting "better"....

Is someone holding a gun to your head and forcing you go to that lousy job that you keep complaining about?
And even if it were so, you would still have a choice.

Assuming the enormous responsibility of ones options is to often considered s heavy burden... In opposition to being seen as the key that unlocks your freedom.

Such freedom will allow you to do whatever you want... Or simply do nothing at all...
Either way, you'll eventually learn to use the power of your choices in your own advantage.
Because you might not assume the responsibility.... You might even blame other for it, but you're smart enough to continue to choose the option that you unconsciously consider that favours you the most...

The truth is that either you assume it or not, you're continuously making choices!
So why not stop fooling yourself with stories?
And assume that you are the one that holds the key to your future...

The lost dream...

As she went through the house her wildest fears seemed to be getting closer and closer....
She knew that the person she was looking for had to be somewhere!
But every time she managed to open another door, just to find another empty division, fear became stronger and stronger...

Where was she after all?
Even knowing she was in a place that wasn't part of her life, there was something in that house that recalled her of a long lost friend...
And she knew who she was looking for! That girl that mattered the world to her! That was so important that she accepted to submit herself to such an enormous risk!

But time was running out.... and she couldn't find her!
Where the hell was she?
Another empty room.... another long corridor, full of closed doors...
How would she be able of going through them all?
But how could she not try?
There was so little time... and yet, she had to keep on trying!

Another door.... and another small flicker of hope....

But this time.... she wasn't facing an empty room!
Who was he? Lying on the bed.... Staring at her... Those big brown eyes....

"What on earth are you doing here? What has gotten into you? This is my room! My space!"

And she could just stare at him, the rage in his voice, the sadness in his eyes... Somehow, and even knowing that it was not possible... She knew him!
Who was the unknown man that looked into her soul?

"You look like you're running from something! Have you done something wrong?
Don't even dream about bringing your problems to me!
Get the hell out of my space."

And she stared.... Thorn between what her eyes were seeing and what her heart was telling her...
Something was drawing her to him... That stranger that said one thing through his words and something completely different with his eyes...
Where did she knew him from?

Still frozen at the doorway, her eyes went through the bare skin of his chest....
It wasn't attraction... How could she.... To that smug lying there, acting like he owned the all world and couldn't allow her to exist in it!

She was so mad at herself and so furious with him, that for some moments she had forgotten all about her quest...
Oh my! Time was so short and she allowed someone like him to make it go to waste!
Suddenly she turned her back to him and leaving him still growling at her, she returned to her quest....

She had to find her friend! The most dangerous event was about to happen and they had to leave!

Another corridor.... Another endless amount of closed doors...
How would she ever have enough time to go through them all?

Running, because she knew her life depend on it she kept looking...
With the certainty that time was running out, she opened another door, run to the dark room and tried to adapt her eyes to the darkness...

Suddenly, some arms where holding her tight! Scared and feeling the weigh of the inevitable end coming closer, she tried to let herself free...
Free from.... him!


"You know who I am!"... said his soft voice...
"You know that we should be together. I'm part of who you are..."
"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you back there. I was so mad at you, because you acted like you didn't know me."

And in his soft embrace, she finally knew who he was. How could she have not remembered?
His eyes... His body... His voice...
It was him!
But something was wrong in him... A sadness well hidden in his words...
A dark cloud over his eyes...

"I will miss you forever... my dearest!"

Tears in her eyes.... melting in his embrace.... she tasted his lips...
And for that brief moment, everything made sense... There was not a single catastrophe that could prevent them for being together. Or so she thought...
After that perfect moment, he gave a steep back and looked into her eyes...
And the sadness in his eyes crushed her heart...

"Goodbye my darling! I'll always be part of who you are..."


And all of a sudden she found herself alone in one of the corridors of that damn house...
Noise started to grow on the distance...
Confused, scared and with her heart crushed by an intense feeling of loss, she allowed tears to keep streaming down her face....

When her friend found her, noticing her pain, said... "You saw him right?"

How did they knew? How could everyone know? Everyone except from her...

"I know it hurts, but it's better this way"
"He knew his time was over!"

While trying to understand the meaning of those words, she started to hear strange and distant sounds... The light was changing and something was happening...
And when she opened her eyes, her mind still wandered in that strange dream.... How had she lost all that magic, that shinning moment of pure joy...

How could she have lost her dream?

Along the way....

A famous writer said one day... The most important thing is not reaching the peak of the mountain but the path that you go through to get there...

For quite some time now I have been pursuing a dream, and more than often I had to make detours in order to keep on track....

And now, that I have to take another alternative route, I cannot help but wonder... would I be the same person that I am if everything had gone according to the initial plan?

How can I look back and ignore the importance of all I have done in these last years....

How can I not recognize how I have grown with all that I experienced....

Certainly enough I still have the same dream and I believe that I will pursue it for as long I live. But one way or the other I am fairly proud of all that I learned along the way...

And somehow even more important than that are the wonderful persons that I have known along the way... Those that share my passion and that similarly are pursuing their own dreams...

Every once in a while I look back and analyze the choices that I did in the past... And even knowing that I could've gotten a lot closer to my final goal, at this moment I cannot say that I would've done different.,.

Or else how would I have become the person that I am now.... 

Lets just say that I will keep climbing the mountain... And while doing that I'll try to enjoy the scenery as much as possible... 

Tired....

What about the moments in which we feel that we're not but a wreack of ourselves?

To where can one for, when it feels like there's no where else to go?

For quite some time I've been feeling tired.... Exhausted...

Drained of all the energy in me....

Today is one of those days... 

I don't feel like fighting any more....

I'm done with searching for alternatives for alternatives of alternatives....

Mainly because I feel that I'm going nowhere....

When you don't recognize the person with a sad and tired face that stares at you in the mirror, it get harder and harder every day...

And today I feel like I've reached to bottom.... 

There's not a single drop of energy in me... Nothing but the will to curl myself in the corner and wait....

But wait for what?

What kind of miracle could I expect to happen?

I wonder where did I get the strength to carry on in the past....

Where did I find myself, when no mirror could reflect the person I hopped to be...

Today is one of those days... In which exhaustion got the best (and all that was left) of me....

How far can a tear go?

For quite a reasonable period of time I was seen by many as an optimistic person. The kind of person that doesn't get carried away very easily.
And now, in one of those moments that exhaustion as taken its turn, I wonder about how strong can one be.

There are several situations in our lives that forces us forward.
We may move on either by option or simply because there is no other option.

And if it is so, what meaning can one attribute to tears.
Are tears the ultimate symbol of weakness? Or they are just the strategy that the stronger ones cling on to every once in a while?

Personally, I think that I am extremely far away from being emotionless.
It is a fact that I have seen my fare share of misery and suffering. It is also true that in most of those situations I chose not to intervene.
But don't be fooled, because that does not mean that I didn't felt their pain.

Might that mean that I am a ruthless person?
Might that mean that I never get carried away?
NO! It does not!

In some moments we are just not supposed to cry. Whereas in other being washed by our own tears is the ultimate way of keeping strong.