viernes, 8 de agosto de 2014

Nine months under torture, including books, notes, class works and highlighters to waste this summer in this absurd way. However, I guess, that's how I am (They are doing to decide) deciding to live it.
When did I allow other to control my life? When did everything change so radically? Why I'm stuck between four walls instead of enjoying life while I walk by the seashore? Does the seashore? Is that my paradise? The mountain? A boat trip? Going into space? Who knows??

Paradise. A simple word that simbolizes our necesity to get the last step of our life called happiness. That step that we only get once or twice a year: on holidays. 
I define paradise as a warm place, full of crystal clear water and white sand, exotic forests and birds getting me up in the morning with their chirping.
A place where tranquility overwhelms me and the distraction fill every pore of my body to make me forget loneliness. 
A place where people are not selfish and where happiness, sympathy and generosity fill people. 
If religion defined paradise in its own way, "beautiful and peaceful place where, according to the Bible, lived the first man and the first woman after creation", why cannot I define it?