Yeah, you know it. You started a new job and were excited about the new opportunity and the novelty of it all, but as time passes and the novelty wears off, you realize your salary is crap, your boss is toxic, there’s no possibility to grow in the company and it’s not worth it to spend 3 hours on public transportation to go to work and go back home. It’s just not worth it. Continue reading
It’s been 161 days since my last post and I haven’t told you so many things that have happened, even before that!
So, I moved out of Venezuela. I came to Colombia on August 14th, 2016. But let me start from the beginning: Continue reading
Hey-lo! Long time no see! Blah blah blah, it’s been five months since my last post. Yeah, I’m lazy.
Well, yeah, I AM lazy, but that’s not why I had not updated (at least not the only reason). In all truth, I’d been really busy until February 11th, which is the day that I quit a job that made me really miserable (there’s a post about it, but since I was raving mad in it, I made it private) but long story short, that job made me miserable, and no salary is worth feeling miserable. Continue reading
My dear friend Astolfo gave me a prompt, “There are five things everybody should know about…” The first thing that came to my dust filled mind was shoes, but when I sat down to actually write, well, things took a different turn. So, here it is.
There are five things everybody should know about being a teacher. A lot of people think it’s an easy job, clearly they don’t remember themselves as kids, and I’m sure they’ve never stepped into a classroom full of the screaming, dangerous creatures that they call their precious children. Teaching, though rewarding, is a very difficult, tiring and demanding profession, and the next time you plan to jump on your kids’ teacher and yell at her for whatever you think is a perfect reason, think about: Continue reading
In your arms there are countless kinds of every imaginable weapon, enabling me to fight by your side.
Your heart quietly gazes to me from a world of light.
When I fall into the deepest corners of darkness, you refuse to let me wander.
Your faith hopelessly and stubbornly supports me, pulling me strongly towards the pool of life.
If you were to stay by my side, I would even be able to bend the will of God.
If you were to be lost to me, I would not be afraid of dying.
If you stop for a second and seriously think about it, in the end everything sums up in a lone, deep thought: “Why worry?” The only reason to live is love, and the only reason to love is life. I had neither of those, at least not until recently. He is my “why worry?”.
I don’t exactly know who I really am, not before and not now. But I know very well who I want to be. The thing is that, in life, nobody cares to know who you are, they care about what you’re not. It’s so much easier to classify you and categorize you that way. I’ve been categorized as a smart aleck, a know-it-all, a bookworm. Do I want to stay that way?
I don’t know…