This time of the year when we all make wishes, set goals, look after a better life, drop or hope to drop a bad habit…. Hope or try getting a new one… (with the best chances to be a good one..)
That all is ok but since I am the kind of rebellious one I have decided to go the other way around.
Nope, it is not that I will turn bad or anything like that. It is just that I will make my life easier. How? Living one day at the time, doing the best I can do, doing the things I like and love. Forgetting to be perfect, just doing it better to my liking, not to other’s expectations.
Life sometimes is just like a balloon, and like a letter attached to it, being it all our dreams waiting to be read… not knowing when that balloon will go off or if the letter will get its destination. My best guess is just to hang on to it and enjoy the view at the heights, just like a tourist learning new ways, persons and customs, from a far as an spectator, with no judgement and just looking how things are done and said in some other places.
My only wish for this 2015 is just to be happy, and I think I can make this single task each day and if not I have 365 chances to get better at it.
Let’s just be happy.
I have written about Popocatepetl, an active volcano on a previous post here.
“Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl” the volcanoes Popocatépetl (“the Smoking Mountain” on the right) and Iztaccíhuatl (“white woman” in Nahuatl, sometimes called the Mujer Dormida “sleeping woman” in Spanish, on the left) which overlook the Valley of Mexico. The princess Iztaccíhuatl and the warrior Popocatépetl.
Iztaccíhuatl’s father sent Popocatepetl to war in Oaxaca, promising him his daughter as his wife if he returned (which Iztaccíhuatl’s father presumed he would not). Iztaccíhuatl’s father told her that her lover had fallen in battle and she died of grief. When Popocatépetl returned, and discovered the death of his lover, he committed suicide by plunging a dagger through his heart. God covered them with snow and changed them into mountains. Iztac cíhuatl’s mountain was called “La Mujer Dormida, because it bears a resemblance to a woman sleeping on her back. Popocatépetl became the volcano Popocatépetl, raining fire on Earth in blind rage at the loss of his beloved.
And, this is how they look like from my home on an unusual clear day.
(These volcanos are located at a 50 kilometer distance, so they might not look as big as they are. Try looking at a previous post here.)