Let me tell you a story

It is fine... ... it is the beginning. Today, in my religion class, I remembered a phrase that is based on the title of this, my first story. It said something like: When you arrive at a new place, where nobody knows you and you don't know anybody, you can be whoever you want; you can even be yourself. Myself? Yes, yourself. I explained in the discussion panel that I understood this phrase as the invitation to be the best version of you. Does that version not exist yet? I don't think it doesn't exist. I think you have been that version at some point in your life, but it is not enough, you can keep it for longer. A different country, a different language, a different culture, and I have not applied it yet. It is a process, like everything in life. It depends on the context.  The context in which you live exemplifies it. I think so.  What changes have you seen? Self-reliance.  I like it, what else? I have chosen to create more For example... I write more, what you are readi...

The worst conflict that can exist in life is internal conflict. Do you mean at odds out with yourself? Not necessarily.  So? I mean the conflict between what your heart reasons and your mind feels. I think you have changed their roles. The heart feels and the mind reasons. I have a conflict with it.  The conflict in contemplating a Renaissance piece of art, and then listening to an unconventional type of song. The conflict in wanting to go out and express yourself to the world, and then remember that your knees shake when you introduce yourself in class. The conflict of wanting to dedicate yourself only to monochrome drawing, and then remembering that colors will embellish your painting. The conflict of having a professional title, and at the same time wanting to leave everything to dedicate yourself to what you are really passionate about. The conflict in... Wait! I see other definitions in your examples, such as ambivalence, for example. Yes, sure. But I will leave that titl...

Don't peek through the peephole, please. The last January, I received simple but insightful advice: stay away from the closed door and appreciate the windows that you have open around you. You know the phrase: When one door closes... Exactly! …another opens. Does this happen immediately? Not necessarily, it depends on the context. Do the doors close on their own? Sometimes they close by themselves, sometimes strong winds close them; other times, we, for ourselves, decide to close them. Is it wrong to close doors? Of course not. Imagine, why someone would close the door of their house? For protection? Maybe. That's right, for protection. To stay safe. Safe from what? That depends on each. But, how can I look outside? Through the windows. Windows allow you to see the outside from a different perspective. Even better. From a perspective that the door that you have decided to close would never allow you. Through windows, flowers and plants receive more sunlight. Through windows, I ...

... it will be the second . Sometimes we don't give words of encouragement not because we do not have them, but because of the fear of recklessness. "I don't need your condolences or your fake mercy." Steven took amiss any word of kindness, believing that, like his wife, others knew what the outcome would be too; and they only hid it "to protect him". Sometimes it is who is outside the nearest circle, who can see everything with a better perspective. No prejudices, being objective. Not looking for culprits, just trying to tie milestones. Beyond what I was able to find when I wanted to make that huge puzzle with missing pieces, what worries me the most is your pain, Steven. So I decided to write you a letter and send it to you. I'm not looking to give you my condolences, although I will. I don't pretend to have mercy, although I will. What I am looking for, what I want, is to let you know what the process will be, and what, finally, will be the next t...

From an early age, the exploits of a child with an extraordinary future stood out: a promising young man. Educated, well-behaved, smart. Little Gentleman, Wise Young Man ; it seemed that as the years passed and the child grew up, his pseudonyms, always imposed by someone else, denoted innate progress and growth. He never sought nor attempted to be number one in what he did, academically. The statistics defined him as such or kept him on that podium; However, after all, a grade does not define your capacity. He didn't realize what he was achieving, or maybe he did. Maybe he was so used to be the first one, that it turned something normal. Something obvious. The change from one educational reality to another impacted him. He felt the hit . This did not change the fact that everybody continues to consider him as a promise, staying him on a podium. Even in soccer, "this boy promises", "he plays very well." At least that's what he heard in his childhood, he bel...