It really was a bad day yesterday. I mean,
It was one of those moments when one realizes that life seems to be pretty much
the making of a figure with sand at the beach. I tend to believe that time
will tell, if you get to build a castle or just a little house. Everything
starts with a little house. At least to some; to me, perhaps. Yesterday was one
of those moments when you can see life is not in the sand but in the water, and
just one wave can put you at the beginning again. For how long, or how many
times, I wonder. I guess it will be as many as hope and expectations govern
human thoughts. Why these thoughts then? I´m hoping when hope hurts. Is
it some sort of self-destructive nature? Not really. We strive for good. It’s
just that hoping and expecting tend to be just one word in Spanish and that´s
how we, the Hispanics, get such a feeling. Waiting for, hoping for, and
expecting, are conjugated through the same word in Spanish. So this is more an
inside thing. I hope inside while waiting outside. I might look expecting to
other when I’m just waiting without any hope. There are multiple combinations
because we are going to use the tone, we want the other to get and not what we
really mean. Spanish gives you that for sure, but on the other hand, once you
get all the tones you will understand everything, and, mostly, this exhibition
of tones is just nothing but drama. Drama we love. It is interesting that Drama
and Dream look pretty similar as words, considering the context in which they
can go together. I made a drama out of my unmet dreams. I hope, while I wait,
that my expectations get met someday but without too much drama, since I just
dream about it. I don’t know but, what I do know is that some of these words
were hidden in a post never published, and my ODC compels me to do something
about it. This is my something about it. This is from four years back. I wasn’t
even a father then. So many things have changed. Except the drama. Even dreams
are different nowadays. I took that picture for my wife when I went to Pensacola, four years later. Four years indeed...
