That was the headline of Semana magazine, to publish a summary of 2008 just aps. And fucking life! They are right. It is not just the amount of things that happened in Colombia, but all I felt that happened to me and the people that were around, as if our mood was a reflection of the hectic and chaotic reality that we live in the country.
Anyway, he was coming. Since late 2007, I had the feeling that the year ahead was going to be a year rare, regardless of my plans to him. Some will say that predisposition may be pure, but I can also argue that a manisfestación rare sixth sense in my family. I do not know, like a calm before the storm. But hey, at that time was "set sail and go on."
And my god, if it was weird. Many people have asked me during these days as I was in, whether it was a good year or bad, and all such quantities of things that people ask the last days of December. And I have not known very well to respond. Because this year I have spent the best things in my life, but tmabien things that have caused me the deepest pain I expected. In the last post, I say that if I take an average, the year is considered a good year, but is difficult. Very difficult.
This year I cried more than he had cried in all the years accumulated since my teens. I came to think that even old cried for pain tears needed to heal completely. I was a person for whom it was almost unthinkable in a movie * mourn and cry only occasionally, say ... extreme. But this year I broke down completely, courtesy of near deaths in my family, loss of career path, I felt pressure all around, ending a relationship that meant a lot, the friends are gone, the loneliness and isolation I felt and why not, everything that shocked the world. I cry with any book or movie to read, and I can feel an empathy not previously known.
But as I said, the balance is positive. The moments with my family and friends, women spectacular came into my life. Everything I learned. Dreams fulfilled. The acquired ability to work, although I almost destroyed in the process, the end assimilated. And learning to relax, I'm not there at all, but I'm on the road.
Nevertheless, I learned how to better manage my life. Much fear left behind, and broke (and I'm breaking) ideals that did not allow me to enjoy life as it should. I enjoy it more with more, and let life flow more about me. I learned to live better. That's not an easy thing to do, and it is not cheap either. And I respect a little more. Long ago, I wanted to have something that I get to try finesse , And I think in large part, I tried. The finutra to me that is what I really care, one of the greatest teachings of this year was that. The only proven finesse is another matter, but beyond that it sucks. That and what one should never lose your sense of humor. One should always be able to laugh at oneself.
Matthew has a theory about leap years. It simply says that leap years are the shit. And even reason may be, but if they are not fucked up, are very difficult years. The 2004 also proved to be particularly wearable. I remember that in late 2003, my ignorance led in the New Year's message included a sentence. This phrase, although I presented it as a curse china, to me it sounded as such. The sentence read
"I wish to live in interesting times"
I did not know is that wallow in interesting times, and I sweep like an avalanche. A friend still calls me every time I remember the incident, saying that it no longer want that kind of fags. Lesson learned, never did it again.
In November, I had a conversation with Tatiana, my ex-girlfriend. Speaking of all that had happened (and what had happened to us), Tati used a phrase describing peculiar ... more or less everything.
"This year has been ... interesting" She
sabíoa anything about the history of the curse, and in fact I do not relacionésino until days later. When I did I could not help laughing.
is nothing left but to wish a Happy New Year 2209 to all, not tell them to fulfill their wishes, because that too can become a curse. Rather I wish you success and blessings to you and yours.
* For years the only film in which she had cried was in Batman Returns. Yes, I know, laugh as they please. But give me much grief the poor little penguins as they buried (or jumped into the water for) the Penguin. That face of desolation and lost his mentor Quebeckers me soul. Some time later, I cried with Habana Blues.
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