Family Time & Photos
|Mom with my two brothers|
“There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.” -Greta Garbo
It's odd, I'm expressing my thoughts because it's my annual reflection session... my twenty-fifth birthday is around the corner. My last five years have been a roller-coaster. When I was twenty, pure stupidity ensued and bad decisions were made. Things got better, especially at CSULB and meeting great people there that I keep in my heart. Then twenty-three bit me in the arse. Extremely horrible time in my life. I lost myself for a person that was worthless, and I became as worthless as he still is. I'm so happy I didn't stay in that catastrophe.
This year was better. My gamma of friends increased, and I know myself even more than before. This time I won't lose or chase myself away for anyone. I opened up my feelings to someone, that sucked. Recently, I saw one of my best friends lose himself for a girl... it hurts to see someone you love make the same mistakes you have. For those who know me, I love my friends, I love them more than anything. Those that I consider the best of them, I would rather experience every atrocity a million times than see them hurt at least once. I hope he is strong enough to follow thru with his choice to move on.
What do I expect for twenty-five? Expectations, well expectations aren't good. I know I sound like a cynic, but most people cannot fulfill what you expect of them. It's not because they do it on purpose, it's just they might not consider certain things as important as you do, hence their drive is below par. I guess I've either given them slack, or just lost all hope. I say that for a majority of people in my life, even people (or guy) in passing. I have my pillars in life.
I want to be happy and have sincere, genuine, honest, loving, understanding people in my life. I want to enjoy art, music, books, and nature. I want more adventures. If anyone has an issue with that...who cares? I sure don't, I've probably already forgotten you and moved on. I chose to act.
“The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.”- C.S. Lewis
|Dad & Mom|
|Brother & two cousins (Jorge & Walter)|
|Three aunts with my mom and Estela|