jueves, 26 de febrero de 2015

Life lessons written by a 90 y/o woman

Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
When in doubt, just take the next small step.
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
Pay off your credit cards every month.
You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
Save for retirement, starting with your first paycheck.
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
It's OK to let your children see you cry.
Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
You can get through anything if you stay put in today.
A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
Burn the candles; use the nice sheets; wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
Overprepare, then go with the flow.
Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
The most important sex organ is the brain.
No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
Forgive everyone everything.
What other people think of you is none of your business.
Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Believe in miracles.
Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.
Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.
Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
The best is yet to come.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
If you don't ask, you don't get.
Yield.
Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.

domingo, 11 de enero de 2015

#AquiNoSeHablaMalDeVenezuela

(Esto escucho mientras escribo)


¿Qué está pasando en el mundo? Ésta semana ocurrió el ataque a Charlie Hebdo en Francia, y hoy se celebró una reunión de los líderes de varias naciones para rechazar los hechos.

Hace un rato hablaba sobre éste tema con alguien, y le decía cómo no me enorgullecía formar parte de la generación que vio caer las Torres Gemelas en una transmisión en vivo por TV, y cómo quisiera vivir algo grande y majestuoso antes de irme de ésta vida. 

Algo como la caída del muro de Berlin, o la llegada del hombre a la luna. No algo que manche de sangre la historia ni altere el sueño de nadie. 

Algo que sea hermoso, que nos haga llorar de emoción. Algo histórico, inolvidable. Algo digno de vivir y contar.

Ése alguien dijo entonces: "Venezuela, por ejemplo".

Pensé entonces en mi país. Tan vacía de seres conocidos y tan llena de odios, divisiones y pobreza.

Sueño contigo, Venezuela. Sueño con ése día en que lleguen y lleguen los aviones que traen de vuelta a nuestros familiares y amigos, dejando atrás al resto del mundo. 

Sueño con llevar de vuelta a MI GENTE a las playas en las que alguna vez nadaron, a comer las empanadas que alguna vez probaron, y a bailar y reír a carcajadas, olvidando tanto dolor, miedo y soledad que hoy muchos llevamos a cuestas.

Sueño contigo, Venezuela.
Vamos. Enamorémonos de nuevo.