To write is to leave parts of oneself on the page or on the ether or the thousands of bytes, but that is not the important thing, what really matters is that they know us, that they can see in us, the pride and responsibility that comes with giving oneself to people in soul to help.
It is not only a fact that we learn from everything, but from others we extract wisdom and the pleasure of helping. Reading and knowing something specific makes us bearers of the flame of self-help, knowledge is not denied to anyone, because it belongs to everyone.
Really the world walks to an individualization that overwhelms, we are so different and so distant beings, but it is lived where it is lived, we love our children, our mothers and fathers and it hurts us the pain of others, when we love we know of what I speak.
But we also share the lack of love and thirst for entrepreneurship and improvement for the family, but the opportunities are there waiting, just change the chip, make the decision, time is NOW. It's time to take the tools learned and seek good failures to learn from them, success is achieved by brave people. And the experiences come together with the failures, failure is only for those who stop trying. My attempts are legion and in each one of them comes the fresh water for the new honeys of life.
Failure or experience?
How many times have you tried in a week, in a month, in life? What are your dreams, what are your goals and what are your real objectives, with what you have. It is not necessary to have everything to begin with, work every day on your dreams and one day they will be so real that you will have already achieved them.
To achieve something new you will have to lose something, nothing is achieved without paying anything back, keep in mind that the greater the sacrifices, the greater the rewards.
I am just a grain of sand in a majestic and imposing ocean, but despite my smallness I keep fighting to find my place, my harmony, my space.
I recognize myself as a monstrous spirit of the forest.
Isn't peace important?
What do you know? Hateful flower.
Have the water, my fear and my ugliness.
But do not give me to the night,
Be my conscience,
The space I inhabit and breathe.
Un saludo a @elgranpoeta.