It’s not the final destiny, but the process.

Yesterday was my son’s graduation from 9th grade. (In Mexico, Middle School  grades are 7th,8th,9th and High School grades 10th,11th, 12th) He will be starting High school in August and still has a way to go…

On the same day, curiously, I was finishing one of my MBA clases, Corporate Finance, and still have way to go…

So It came to my thinking that once you finish a grade, or reach an objective it is definitely not the end of the journey, or the final destination. It is not about getting to where you are heading, it is about the process, the way of getting there. Did you enjoy it? where you concerned or worried? Was there challenge, obstacles? Did you figure out how to go through them? How did you do it?

It seems that the attitude, the way one decides to go along the way is most important than the goal itself, because at the end one is going to get there and one has to refrain from  saying: “Now What”?

See? There is no final destination, it is about the process of getting there and not necessarily being there.

Well, my thinking so far.

Calling it Quits.

Last week I had to quit the gym, after 5 years or so…. a must do. I have less time than before because of my decision to go back to school and my money wasn’t doing any good there, well to the gym’s owner for sure, yes.

Even it might not be important at all, it wasn’t easy, I am the kind of healthy guy. Then I remembered the times I had to quit to so many other things that I also regretted and on top of that, I also remembered when others quitted on me. You know, kind of when a relative neglects you, or a friend forgets about you or when a “closer” (the real close ) one puts you aside.

I complain not. I had a simple flashback of what I had in the past to bring me to the present time. I call it “change”.

Sometimes we don’t want to change because that means being a different person from the one we are, one we don’t know and we are afraid of what that will bring.

The simplest truth is that without change there is no growth. So, what about welcoming change? otherwise it will just ran you over.

It is better to keep pace with it. Change can only bring good.

Life and Death

Life and death in Tarzan play.

The Calling

I was at school last weekend (lets say Business School). I was visiting another campus where I could go and take classes also. So far so good. When I was about to leave I bumped into a friend who invited me to be part of in a theater audition. Well you see, I used to be an actor, singer and the like. 🙂

After my engineering graduation I didn’t think I would need to do it again. I had other means….

Anyways I participated for what seems an interesting project. That reminded me of previous performances and found a clip where I sang. Yes, sang.  This clip was ripped form one of those beta tapes, you know, the ones that were used in videotape recorders.

After some thinking I decided to post it. It is not that good quality because of time quality… 🙂 But still you can find me singing on a segment of the play “The fiddler on the roof”. I will be on the left of your screen.

Having back those memories and a living proof changed my mood very positively, reminding me of the good times I had and that I can still have, if chosen, again. I hope you like it, it was taken at a well renowned theater call The Theater of the City, in Mexico City, or  “El Teatro de la Ciudad”.

When Walls Talk

Theses photos are from the web. From a short time there has been a Poetic Action movement in Latin America. So far I have seen these from Mexico, Peru, Venezuela and Argentina. More are joining, so grab your paint brush, some white paint and find a wall….

Then, I will see you now.

You can find more here: http://www.accionpoetica.com/

With the sky at your feet.

 

All the mistake is in doubting.

Love is an educated memory, a persistent omission.

You where exact.

My duty is at your lips.

will I go or will you come.

I like your mistery.

A burst of sighs.

Do you make love with wind against or in favor?

Shots of light to cheer life.

You left me without strength in your eyes.

Love, love, find me.

You have me upside-down.

I was not kissing you, I was wispering something to your mouth.

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes.

In your arms I don’t know who am I.

Looking, feeling, being.

The city whisper your voice.

Why it is so hard not to fall in love for you?

After you, nothing there is.

The unpredictable risk of finding me in your eyes.

Let my soul not rest, if it is about love.

Love is born when two kisses.

To kiss you until you extinguish.

Let the soul be free. She will know how to command and to remember.

Just an instant to feel you, forever.

Some things have to be believed to be seen.

Our secret triumphed.

My duty is on your lips.

Neither do I know how to living,… I am improvising.

I left, but your love insists.

Impossible only exists in your mind.

I want to be free.. at your side.

Kiss me. I will explain later.

Dress me of love, that I am nude.

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