It's been eight months and one day since I last wrote something here. I guess I just wasn't feeling it. But I do now, I truly do.So many things have happened during that time. Some were great memories, others were just that, memories. During those eight months and one day I learned a lot. There were days when I wanted to quit, to leave everything and just run away. Run to the place where my friends were, to that place where everything's fine and there's no sadness. I was sad for days, because things changed in my life and I wasn't ready to accept those changes. I wasn't content with the school I'm in and I felt disappointed. I made a really good friend during my first semester but when the second one started, he just drifted apart and I didn't know why.. I felt alone.
But he, he made it all better, he always does. I started hanging out more and more with him, I took photographs, I was happy. Around February, I had an accident while I was working out. I had to go to the hospital but he took good care of me that day. I couldn't go to the gym for a while and he decided he wanted to go so I wasn't able to see him because of our school schedule and the activities we had. Those weeks were the worst because even though I talked to some of my classmates, I spent the afternoons on my own.
Lonely days in a very small town where there's nothing to do may seem to be lonelier than a lonely day in the city. So, I told my parents I wanted to leave and go back to Mexico City but they told me (more like convinced me) to stay there a little more because they worried too much when I was in Mexico. I was still sad but I started to focus all my sadness on something else. I read, and I liked what I read. It helped me understand a lot of things. I kept reading and somehow all the words made sense. I started hanging out with some friends who later on became really good friends and met new ones.
It was then when I learned to cherish every single moment, even the bad ones. I know it may sound easy to just 'live for the moment' but it really isn't. I find it difficult at times and I bet everyone who's tried it has felt the same at some point of their lives. I guess the important thing is to be AWARE of being alive, to understand that our whole lives can change in a fraction of a second.. I'm alive today but who knows if tomorrow I'll be. I've wasted to much energy being sad, or even angry, but that's the beauty of it, I'm alive! I can feel all kinds of emotions!
Those eight months and a day have made me the way I am and I don't regret a single thing. I'm alive and happy for just being alive.. and as a song I like says: 'we can build a new tomorrow, today.'
