Día de invierno ~

Las gotas de lluvia golpeaban mi ventana, uniéndose al imparable sonido de las manecillas del reloj. Los segundos iban avanzando. Mis ojos seguían las letras unidas en palabras sobre las hojas de mi cuaderno, pero no me podía concentrar. No había forma. Era imposible. El cuestionamiento constante de la vida no me dejaba tranquila, y es que las heridas del amor aún no habían sanado. Y como si eso no fuera suficiente, la soledad en la que me encontraba parecía burlarse de mi estado. Y al analizar ese momento, tan típico y patético de un día de invierno, me reí. De mi misma, y de mi forma de ver las cosas. Bastó un segundo para hacerme reaccionar, y me di cuenta de que aún me quedaba mucho por vivir. Cerré el cuaderno resignada, y me decidí a vivir una vez más, dejando atrás todo pensamiento, porque nada, absolutamente nada hasta ese momento había impedido que me levantara luego de caer. Y esta no sería la excepción.

My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love.

Wear sunscreen ~

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.

Debe de ser imposible precisar cuándo empieza el amor. Trazar una línea. Imposible. Al principio es una cosa vaga, un cosquilleo sin motivo, un deseo efervescente de ser bueno y hacer a todos felices en torno. También una extraña tristeza, a ratos; una tristeza también sin motivo. Un deseo alternado de llorar y reír, y de hablar en voz baja; de cantar –yo, con mi oído de tarro– o de echar a correr hasta caer agotado.

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La vida no siempre es todo lo que esperamos y todo lo que esperamos no siempre es todo lo que la realidad después nos muestra o nos entrega. Vivimos demasiado apegados expectativas a veces muy altas y a ilusiones y sueños que no se acercan a la realidad. Sin embargo, esa realidad cuando la aprendemos a vivir muchas veces comienza a superar nuestra expectativas. Quizá si la filosofía de la vida quizá consiste en aprender a aceptar que las cosas son como son y que no mucho es lo que podemos cambiar. Tal vez vivir y dejar vivir, aunque a veces esa simple acción se nos torna muy difícil.

life is for dreamers, and I'm a believer.