Nuestras voces tienen el poder de la denuncia, del recuerdo, de la creación... La juventud no nos excede: nos estimula. Somos como una brújula que oscila por la realidad dejando huellas (que no son poco), plasmándolas en papel, llorando letras...La tinta es nuestra aliada;

este blog solo la excusa..

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martes, 16 de noviembre de 2010

risk


“Cinderella walked on broken glass, Sleeping beauty let her whole life pass by, Belle fell in love with a beast, Pocahontas risked her life for a feast, Jasmine could have had anyone but she chose a poor man, and Ariel, she walked on land.”


So many people dislike fairytales because it makes us believe in love, believe that a prince will swoop down and save us when something goes wrong. But I’ve come to realise that in every fairytale-like movie, every girl took a risk. Took a risk for love, took a risk in the name of love.

So, how do we
know if our own fairytale won’t really happen if we don’t try, if we stop believing in love?

I know it’s hard for some of you to put down their guard and to learn to trust someone else sometimes. I know because I’ve been through it. People like us, we distance ourselves from people we genuinely like just because we are afraid to get hurt. But does building up these walls ultimately saves us from hurting?
It doesn’t.

We’ve got to know that these people, the people we are blocking out because of our own insecurities, will leav
e someday too. Leave for something better. Everyone will cause you pain and hurt and tears, but you have to decide who’s worth it. And when you make that decision, happiness will come to you. =)


2 comentarios:

Basta Fuerte dijo...

Muy bueno el blog, te dejo el mio.

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Nos leemos, saludos

Master!! dijo...

Ja me gustó lo que escribiste en la entrada anterior, que grosera es la realidad a veces, los hombres, también lo somos, igual, salvo cuando era un jopende de 16, 17 años, nunca cargué o le grité a una mina en la calle, me da vergüenza, no por lo que ella piense, sinó porque siempre fuí un flor de c*gon con las minas *_*

El consumismo es horrible. Pero es tan lindo... (?)