Can you see them?

The stars are shining brighter tonight,

never noticed before the way they stand up there.

Can you feel them?

Lighting every step you take,

even though when the sun is in between.

Can you touch them?

Apparently distance is an obstacle,

but is it really?

They are,

you are.

It is not impossible to get pieced together.


Do we have the course?

Walk, run, jump, swim, what do they all have in common?
Some would say they are just verbs, others may brand it of mere actions.

There’s no doubt that both hypothesis are right, but don’t you realize they are linked in one more way?
They all mean movement, in fact, free movement. Each step, each leap, each wing beat, each stroke, each of them signify progress, but of course, it depends on the direction.
Some days ago, a friend of mine told me that his life has just lost all its sense. He cannot do what he really wants and instead, he is forced to do what his parents wants without keeping in mind his opinion nor his future. Also, he has a huge controversial with society.
Human being has always had the necessity of living in groups what brings within some rules that we have to accept just because we were born human.
So the problem is this: This guy wants to live under his own laws.
How very true it is that if it hadn’t been because of some laws, I would not need to define my future now. It is difficult to make such a decision when you have not seen all the options, because to see them, you have to experienced them, and life is not long enough to see it all nor we are old enough to get touched by such different things.

It is a fact that not all families guide their children, the reasons? I do not know, they might be billions of different cases. But I do know that a person is grown in an atmosphere where his abilities are defined, and so it is some sort of decisions that has been delimited his options.
But never mind, because we, humans, are natural-born explorers, what means that if it is the case, our curiosity may lead us to our destiny.
Apart from this, there is the problem of money. It is necessary to live, to satisfy basics needs. Food, water, a roof… It all have a price.
I understand it when people say that we need no money to find happiness. Feelings, such as love, are priceless. But it all does not matter if you are not alive. I have no doubt that it is true to find eternal happiness without a coin. You must be dead. So, you would not feel a thing.
Seeing this situation, I have decided to help my friend. I do not pretend to change the society for him, neither touch it. I am only going to help him find out a way to feel good with himself in this messy world. Help him find a new course.
Who had never wished to have Jack Sparrow’s compass? Unluckily there is no instrument that indicates where our happy ending is, or some kind of instructions to follow, so we get it.


The truth of the matter is that, people themselves are that coveted compass, or the manual. When we come across a confusing period is like the moment when the compass is looking for the north. The positive aspect is that it always finds what it is looking for, and so we do.
It is curious that to achieve this aim, ship’s compass spin around and even if it has already crossed a few times the north it is like it had not seen it. There is always a determined time for finding.

I do not know if you have ever heard that life is a constant losing-finding situation where nothing is certain but neither uncertain. I guess it is this way because at least we know we are someone. It is not a question about knowing ourselves, I do believe we do not get to know ourselves until the end of our days, when we would be able to look back and see who we are because we did things in our way. So, it is a question of existence rather than essence. We are physically taking up a place in space.

So, the situation is this: Humans’ lives are exactly the same as ship’s compass. We spin around until we find everything, not just the north (we already know its location).

No matter how far or how close you are from your destiny, the thing is to keep on moving. Remember, a way is made by feet. In that case you will end up finding what you were looking for and maybe something else. who knows what future holds?

A new beginning


Once upon a time, like every appreciated story begins, there was an anxious girl called Helen. I say anxious because this girl had the particular characteristic of being in constantly movement, she spoke very fast and she also doubted about everything.
The thing is that one day she woke up thinking about herself, how she was and how she wanted to be. Those are questions that everyone asks itself at least once in life.
The girl realised she was a kind of kid, because of her behaviour and how everyone treated her, over all her parents. At this point, she was eager to change, and so she did.
She begun the day by being positive to this situation and thinking what aspects of her she didn’t like.
At first Helen thought about asking someone about how they see her and what would they change. But that idea was wrong all the ways and she just forgot about it because if someone else take part in this change she wouldn’t be she, just a product of someone’s else ideal person. The girl needed to find out herself alone.
For example, this was one aspect of her she wasn’t going to change, she was a clearheaded girl and this couldn’t be changed unless it was for better.
The day went on as every other day. She went to school, where she payed attention to every lesson and spent a good time with her mates. Nothing changed but her way of seeing things.
Her notebook was full of new thinkings, aspirations and dreams. She felt elated and even more restless. The life she was imagining looked so good she couldn’t wait to get to it. But she didn’t think how hard is it to change when you’re so used to your life.
Next morning, Helen woke up ready to keep on her mission of finding herself. She felt confident and nervous, of course. But she hardly noticed it, she was too concentrated on showing off her new self.
At school her friends asked her what was going on with her, she looked different but nobody could tell if it was good or bad. The girl was a bit surprised about this reaction, she was sure about receiving support from her friends. But she reckoned that maybe they needed a time to get to know her better.

Things have changed, but how long it will take to get used of this new life? Will I change again? Will my mates change too? Changes really happen?

Despite they all seem to be philosophical questions, this is just a serie of questions a normal teenage set out any time.
The answer for this? Time will tell.

I wrote this story because I was all alone sitting on a bench and I didn’t have anything better to do. But I like the idea that crossed my mind, the idea of changes.
People shouldn’t be afraid of changes, they should be afraid of their reaction towards it. If something doesn’t go on the way it used to, don’t turn it down. Changes are full of chances, the ones that let us get wherever we want.