less prolific in the year of my life, I had in August of the months in which most post I wrote on this blog.
wanted to make a post before September, as if to anticipate which has been in recent years, the worst month. Three years ago I went through an uncomfortable situation on a blog known for two I got a mail where I refused a scholarship last year near the end of the month I had a day gross, which later would end in failure professional: and the three ended up emotionally destroyed. As in a novel by Carlos Fuentes, September has become a month fateful, tragic black.
I have fear. I think right now my life is worse than these three occasions. All my dreams have fallen and I have no where to me. I try to rebuild my life; but I think it will end before the expansion of lanes on the Mexico-Pachuca (which is time consuming and difficult to finish) I with the foundation's new direction. Sometimes I think maybe because I have nothing to lose, but how well one can tempt fate?
Sometimes it seems a sin to say that one is afraid, as if the world were full of brave and dedicated people, so full of success that they were afraid a minority, an outcast lepers. I remember a practice in college when my class went to Puebla, Atlixco finished in a beautiful and peaceful town, night had fallen. Was with a couple of very beautiful companions and I hardly peeled, we had to go through a street where street lights failed. What was my surprise to see two of them took my arm, explaining that they were afraid because they had been assaulted several times Should I make fun of them because they expressed their fear justified in a situation that was perhaps not safe? At that time I did not, understand them. The donkey was not surly, the clubs did so.
Beyond any fear or superstition, have become the first minutes of September: the month of the bicentennial (and all its festivities agaves) and the season finale of the blog. I discussed this concern in twitter and I received excellent advice: "Face it with eggs. " Yes, I have no choice, I can not sleep for a month until this happens. I have to wake up to face the future as it comes and at least do my part. Psych that the three previous years were a painful accident.
Like last year, only until 30 at 11:59 with 59 seconds I will celebrate ... and I will go big.
See you in the future.
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