17 November 2007

Somthing differently similar

I write what I like, what I think, what I want, and what I don't. The pure truth is I write about me.

Unconsciently, I don't say everything I want to say, but I'm kind of understood. But when I do say something, consider it. If it's a lie, I'll end up telling you in the future, at the most random place and time, but I will tell you.

Basically, I'm not brave; I don't like the truth when know the error was mine; but preferably, always tell me the truth, cuz I will find the truth.

Usually, I'm thinking. Of time. Of life. Of what I'll learn today. Of what problems I haven't solved. I'm a living thought.

Originally, my originality was original, until I made friends who are worse than cancer; but I'd die for them. The only difference between cancer in my friends, other than I don't have cancer, is that if I lose a friend I end up dying.

The best advice I've learned from has been "Nadie aprende por consejo ajeno", which means "No one learns from others advice"... it is so true. Thnx Marina.

I admire people like my mom, my grandma, my brothers, my dad. They're not flawless, but at the end we're all just a bunch of mistakes. I am not perfect, and I know for a fact that God isn't perfect either. You, me, everyone has to live with it.

The best example of perfection we had was the earth. But our imperfection has already fucked it up.

Lost in thought, I used to think LOVE was finding perfection; but just to find love you need to be perfectly prepared for all the imperfection to start. Love is not bad, just a bit complicated; so when you achieve love, you've achieved something great, something you won't wanna regret. The simple thought of love should make you happy. As imperfect as it is, it gives us the sensation that nothing is imperfect.

Live. Love. Let Live. Think. You never know what will happen tomorrow.

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