Tuesday 31: Respect

Hello I've been so much without writing but I promised myself to do it before February.

One day, when it was returning of the high school a few boys in the park were laughing at an old lady who was in a window, she was stooping to take something of the floor and as consequence of many years, it was noticed that this was costing her physically. The boys of the park were laughing at her non-stoping. Later, when it had already happened, they asked me if there was a shop closer. My natural response was to tell them F*** U! but no, I said where it was to him and I go straight. The lady who they were laughing at, the one of the window was my grandmother.

 There are times where you wish that people mature a little. Whoever is the person that we have ahead, it deserves respect . Black, short, ill, elders, homosexuals, children, Asians, Caucasians … our capacities don't depend of it, but over all they are persons! Like us, like your families. The world must mature a little, because it lives in a constant idiot adolescence, even too idiot for teenagers. You'll know what do you do with your life but when this one concerns the life of others, at least respect them whoever they are.

The past is remembered only to learn of him. I believe that already there have been enough examples of hate for race, sex, age … Nazis, homophobes, racists … it isn't anything new, is a part of the past, of our history and is there for makins us learn.

We are persons and it's over any stupid and easy hate.

Thanks for reading!

Friday 18: Secret untill last paragraph...

"These blue eyes point at his face. All the history pass before this eyes, who had never lived something similar. They had not known anybody with whom sharing their moments, their needs and specially, their pillow.
They look at each other, these blue eyes find the brown of the girl that, on having noticed it, tremble. They know it's true, it's the moment. They free fom all the fear, from the pressure. They take the initiative. They move their hands to brushing ther face. They cares it, goes down from the face for the back to coming to her waist. They bring his lips closer, notice their breathing, slow, speeding up little by little. Their lips join and in this moment nothing matters.

The blue eyes stay closed. The brown eyes of the girl reflect passion."

But  there is only one problem, the blue eyes also belong to a girl. 

For many this story was perfect untill the last paragraph. In my opinion, it has not changed, continues being perfect. I'm not lesbian, for the ones who were seized by doubt, but I don't think that it's slightly bad not even strange. It's something normal and from this humble blog I want to ask for comprehension.

 

"Don't let your fears stand in the way of your dreams"

"Where there is love, there is not imposition"- Einstein

 "Sad time ours! It's easier to dismantle an atom than a prejudice"- Einstein

Friday 14: Aspiring too highly

Hello, what's up? I'm here, like everytime I write, with something to say.

 I've decided that this year I'm going to take the important things and those who are more important for me seriously. It sounds as if before I wasn't doing it but simply I didn't have to make an effort. Now neither, but this time I'll do the things well. I've realized that the time matters, I probably won't have the same possibilities in a few years. The TIME RUNS fast and doesn't stop for anybody.

I aspire HIGH, I don't have an easy limit, I look for the difficult thing, what the whole world thinks that is the best thing. I really don't know what I want, I only know that it has to be something so good, out of the normal thing. It cannot be mediocre or simply normal.
All my life, for short it is, I have been " the best ", I was always doing the "correct thing", always I had to win, had to be better every second.
And the truth, for sad it could be, is that my life is based almost only in obtaining that will make me better, in being better than others.
 Don't get confused, I'm not competitive, except with myself, and this is a great problem. It's not nice being your own judge and to aspire to too high things because, in many cases, you will let yourself down.

I've learned to be like that, I don't do many things to be able to have the perfect history, to SEEM to be perfect. And I'm not, more than once, even more than thousand times, I have been wrong, and I've had to learn to live with my own complexes and opinions of myself, because in the end I'll be the person I will have to support for the rest of my life.

But I don't learn. I continue looking for something that maybe will come or maybe not, for what will makes me better and seem being perfect. The worse thing of everything is that I don't even KNOW WHAT I WANT, and in some moment I will have to decide and I don't want to continue living only for feigning a perfect image, but for doing what I like and for enjoying how I am, for enjoying my mistakes, for being able to repent and return to begin. 

TheSecretTeenager