Carta a una madre de una hija cansada...

Madrecita,

Yo te amo! Y tal vez nunca sea capaz de decírtelo mientras hablamos o cuando te veo... yo creo que mi corazón ya no es capaz de poder ser feliz otra vez.

Estoy harta de mi vida! Completamente harta... y créeme que a veces quisiera simplemente morirme y acabar con todo de una.

Te juro que yo mataría, haría lo que sea por tener la vida que teníamos en Ecuador. La felicidad que sentía día a día, a pesar de que a veces como típico joven uno se porte mal. Yo amaba mi vida, era muy feliz, salía, disfrutaba, reía... ahora no me queda nada de eso. Ahora río por compromiso, sonrió por que no quiero que la gente me vea triste y empiece a indagar en mi vida.

Estoy harta y no sé que hacer... siento que poco a poco me voy muriendo un poquito más, q mi corazón ya no es capaz de amar; ni siquiera de decirle a alguien si lo quiero o no, porque ya no sé que es eso.

ESTOY HARTA DE VIVIR, y eso es algo que tú no terminas de entender. ESTOY HARTA MAMI, YA NO PUEDO MÁS! YA NO TENGO FUERZAS, YA NO!

Por eso cuando me veas un ratito feliz, no pelees conmigo, dejame disfrutar el ratito que me brindan; porque de ahí ya no hay nada!

Tu hija!

A woman...

An exquisite woman is not the one that has many men at her feet, but that one that only has one that makes her really happy.

A beautiful woman is not the one that is the youngest, nor skinniest, nor the one that has the smoothest skin or the greatest hair... is that one that with only one smile and a good advice can make your life happier.

A valuable woman is not that one that has more titles, or the higher positions... is the one that sacrifices her dreams to make others happy.

An exquisite woman is not the sexiest, but the one that trembles... only when making love with the man whom she loves.

An interesting woman is not that one that feels flattered for being admired by her beauty and elegance... is that woman firm of character that can say NO.

And a man, an exquisite man is that one that appreciates a woman like this.

A weekend reflection...

Sometimes when we get to know people, we get to know the "nice" side of them...

Some people have a weird past... and finding out information about people you have come to care and love, it is one of the hardest things you can think. But, do we stop loving them or caring for them? No! That wasn't our past, it was theirs and if they have changed or somehow corrected their mistakes, we need to accept them and love them as much as we do right now.

We are not God to judge someone for what they did or the mistakes they made. We are humans, and we all make mistakes... We all have to deal with the consequences of our mistakes; some are harder than others, some are easier... but we still have to deal with them.

Our mistakes are the ones that bend our lives somehow, our mistakes are the ones that makes us who we truly are. They make us stronger, softer, addicted, optimistic, pessimistic... They simply make us.

So let's not judge people for their past or for all the mistakes they have made. Everyone deserves an opportunity to be loved and to be care about.

(It has nothing to do with me, it's just something I wanted to share...)