The pillow felt soft against his head before he fell into a deep sleep. It was already 3 a.m.
His last thought, a wish for it to be a quiet night.
But life had another plan, suddenly the alarm sounded. He woke up feeling as if someone had punched him in the face, restless. He turned around to see what had happened.
The screen by his bed had the words “Robbery, Gun, 5 min”. He grinned and got out of bed.
At the stage he found a woman crying, she pointed him where the robber had gone. Without thinking he started running until he caught the bandit.
After a while he returned the woman her purse. She immediately started looking for her belongings and when she couldn’t find something she lost her marbles. Without notice she started to scream at our anonymous hero, who decided it would be better to walk away.
Once again, in his tiny apartment he went over what may have gone wrong but nothing came to mind. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened, for some reason people only noticed when things didn’t go all right.
The unknown hero then realized that it would never change, there would never be recognition for him like that, perhaps if he started doing what people do notice. People would probably give recognition to a villian, maybe that’s actually what he should do.
The thought crossed his mind and he considered it for a moment, until his thoughts were interrupted by his alarm, the screen showed another report. He stayed there for a moment, then he stood up and unplugged the screen.
A one side story.
If we were having coffee it would mean that we’ve finally reunited again. After all these years I would see your face again.
If we were having coffee I would finally tell you how much I loved you. I wouldn’t hold it in myself this time.
If we were having coffee you would tell me how wonderful your life is now. How you achieved all you ever wanted.
If we were having coffee I would tell you that you’ve changed. Tha a lot of you is different now.
If we were having coffee you would tell me all your amazing stories. Everywhere you’ve een, everything you’ve done.
If we were having coffee I’d tel you that I’d like to meet you again. How I want to know every part of the new you.
If we were having coffee you would tell me about your dreams. You will tell me all your plans and what you will get with every step you take.
If we were having coffee I would tell you that I would be glad to come with you on your new journey. How I’d love to be by your side.
If we were having coffee I’d eventually remember why we drifted apart despite my efforts to remain together.
Used to describe your perfect half, the love of your life.
The thing is, we are not a half of something, we are not half a person. We are complete amazing and beautiful human beings. This phrase implies that you have to find someone for your life to be complete, when it’s not like that.
You don’t need to be complete, because you are already a complete human being. When we find love we find someone to share our life with, to have more fun and to be a better person, but we are whole from the precise moment that we are born.
Beauty all around us
The sun setting over the mountain.
The everchanging forest.
Waves hitting the sand.
The laugh of a baby.
The smell of fresh pancakes.
The smell of old books.
One of the most awaited answers, the question of course is “What’s the sex of the baby?”
From the moment we are born, that answer decides a path that we will have to walk by. Decisions will be made for us. Our lives will revolve around that word boy or girl.
But the truth is that it doesn’t really matter. No matter what your sex is, you can have fun, or should I say that despite your sex you can be happy?
So don’t worry about it, go out and party, stay home and play with your pets. Drink some booze or enjoy a cup of coffee with some friends. Go to an adventure park or adventure into the woods. Go to the beach or go hiking. Do whatever makes you happy (as long as you don’t break the law).
Happiness is about ourselves, about our person, unique and like no other. It has nothing to do with sex.
There’s no sex restriction to be happy. Just live your life, because no chromosome has power over what you enjoy. And don’t ever let anyone tell you you can’t do something because you are a girl.
We are all racists
I’m a racist, we all are. Racism is embedded in our veins. We are already screwed and we have to acknowledge it. But we can still help.
It was late, my mother and I were lost. We ended up in a black neighborhood. I remember my mother's instructions, pay attention, tell me where the GPS tells me to go. Then, without notice she got anxo¿ious, she told me to look back, there was a man walking nearus. She told me to take precautions. We finally found our way and we were completely safe.
That day I learned that black people are dangerous.
But I now know that it’s not like that, that it’s a misconception, a misconception that everyone believes. Because we are taught that. There’s no real proof that a person is born evil or dangerous from how they look.
If you go to a kindergarten there’s no discrimination, kids just want to play and be friends. So what happens from kindergarten to highschool? High School, or even before, when kids are already being discriminated against, groups of asians, black, latins, whites. Somehow we all end up with labels, but you can’t label a person, for we are all unique.
Even between black people there’s racism, things like well at least i’m not that black are not uncommon. Between latins they tend to hate the others from their country of precedence. Asians are no exception, when you get someone’s country of origin wrong they get offended as if they were better than the others. It’s as if we were taught to hate each other for no reason.
It was the first time I ever saw so much blood. It covered my fingers completely.
It happened so fast. was about three. I was in kindergarten we were playing wick jumbo lego blocks. the teacher gave us a determined amount, when suddenly the boy in front of me took one of mine. Needless to say I was angry and tried to claim what was mine.
But it wouldn’t be that easy, the kid in front of me took it and then the battle for the block started, we both started pulling it and saying it was ours. Suddenly, without notice the kid says “all right, just keep it” and kinda throws it to me. I didn’t have time to process and ended up hitting myself.
It hurted so much, then came the blood. I was scared, I was young but I knew pretty well that I wasn’t supposed to be bleeding.
I don’t recall what happened next, I guess the teacher took me to the infirmary. When my mom came to pick me up I had my nose clogged with cotton and I could see she tried to hold her laugh when I told her what had happened.
And then, the world is on fire.
We accept our own disgrace as long as our neighbor is in a worse situation.
Life is a really funny thing. you come into this world knowing nothing and with only one true destiny, death. You spend your childhood, if you're unlucky you may die before you learn how to speak. Sad as it is, but true, but someone out there wishes that had been their fate.
Death is a funny thing. You know it’s coming, but you will never know when it will catch up with you. Some try to outrun it, without understanding that it’s someone you cannot outrun. Others, those sad souls that you don’t notice, crave for it, to be released from the weight of this world.
Existence is an even funnier thing. Just a game that you just can’t win. So maybe just stop worrying. Because it seems that nowadays we have a life, and ye are not really alive. Sometimes it’s good to stop and think if you’re living to work instead of working to live. Because that’s the cruel thing of reality today.
So no matter what, no one wins, that’s the sad truth for everyone out there.
Two planes and two towers.
An impact first, then the other.
Noise, dust and fire, commotion.
And the world as an expectator.
The news travelled as fast as they were able to.
For a moment we were all connected by a single event.
It’s not romantic, it’s a tragedy.
Those who died were not martyrs, they were victims.
Remember them, but don’t put them on a banner.
For they were just people whose life was stolen away.
For those who died wanted to have a long life.
So learn from this so that it may not happen again.
It’s something we all share,
the goosebumps that two numbers produce.
It’s embedded deep in our heart.
A tragedy we all share.