I'm a believer

I'm a fighter, i'm a believer, i know i've loose my strength on time to time, but, i'm a strong believer in love, faith and hope. I've struggle against my inter deamons, since so long, but I'm tired, and it's a fight against myself and me only, there's no one else to win this fight for me, only me, but where am I going to hide?, where am I going to run for? Nowhere, I got life and love, and supposedly that is all we need right?, thank God, I got my family, friends, and God...

Life is beautiful, part II

Daily life can be made happier. It is a matter of choice. It's my attitude that makes me feel happy or unhappy. It's true, I meet all kinds of situations during the day, and some of them may not be conductive to happiness. It's within me to choose to keep thinking about the unhappy things, and I can choose to refuse to think about them, and instead, relish the happy moments. All of us constantly go through several situations and circumstances, it's just that we do not have to let them influence our reactions and feelings.
What is happiness anyway? Is it a feeling of inner peace and satisfaction?. It is usually experienced when there are no worries, fears or obsessing thoughts, and this usually happens, when we do something we love to do or when we get, win, gain or achieve something that we value. It seems to be the outcome of positive events, but it actually comes from the inside, triggered by outer events,... yeah, it could be, but also, happiness could be just stop feeling miserable, and i think i don't think that way anymore, with or without prescriptions.

I´m approved again...

It seems everything is going better and better, about one year ago I thought about myself that I wasn't enough for anybody, specially for the american embassy, and now, well, let's just say that now Uncle Sam approves my chapin culito.
And if they do, why shouldn't I do it?

I can’t change, if I could, I would’ve done a long time ago, but it’s my nature,
It goes deep in me. I have secrets that even I don’t know what they mean,
But I can’t fight to become something I can never be, I’m weak, I fall, I brake, I hide, I’m scared, I have to find out of what and let it all out, but I don’t need anyone by my side to help me do it, it’s something I have to do myself. Doesn’t matter if someone tells you that would never let you fall, you hold on to something, and lets not talk about these words coming out of my mouth, i don’t tell to anyone about this, I could fall and drag down the one I love and dreams and smash them. All the voices from the past become your friends, and you whisper at them in the shadow, you bare your last piece of hope and you do it all over again, it’s all the same, everyday, and it’s getting a little wasted.