Fly

Today, looking out the airplane window, I wondered if dying is like that: fly, fly and fly until you find a cloud to be comfortable enough. Probably not so, the fact is that the plane went through a lot of clouds and took me to many thoughts.

It is so liberating to be up there, it seems that nothing can get you, it seems nothing can stop you or hurt you or stop you from whatever you want to do ... It seems so surreal ... As a human being may have created something so wonderful just to make life easier for people? I do not believe it was for that reason alone, I'm the type of person who tends to think that there is always a main reason behind the obvious thing ... It is true that I am also a suspicious person, but is not always a bad suspicion, sometimes it's just my investigative spirit and inventive taking care of me. And I'm sure this is not something bad.

There are many things I want to do before you die, even many, the question is do I have to start doing them now, or simply trying to get ... Most of the stuff is not as easy as it seems and the more we grow, the more you realize it. But that is no reason to stop trying, it's just a challenge, something you urging to gather all their forces possible and then perform the feat impossible. There's a lot we think is impossible, but it's just impossible to resurrect. Sometimes I believe that in a time or it will be impossible, I mean, who can say precisely the limit of human evolution?

For me, there are no limits when it comes to realize my dreams. My only rules are to be true to myself and not to use or climb over anyone to get what I want. The rest is worth. Is paying the right to enjoy my life and make it the best, is worth daring to innovate every day, whichever is the determination, whichever is the thirst for freedom, is worth paying. Just is not worth not doing anything I want to do.