My song

Sometimes I wonder what makes us change, those things that, in life, begin to tell us how to THINK, how to ACT, how to BE.
The nostalgic moments begin to invade us and keep pushing and ordering us that we have to be more like them, that you could do more with it.
When the not-so-good moments came, creating storms of confusions in our minds and making us learn by hitting us in the ass.
Change, a weird word. Bad moments, good ones, it doesn't matter, it's always teaching us.

Think, the hardest one but the most important, what is going to define what we truly are.
Act, the easy one but the most dangerous one.
Be, the uncertain one, the final but the unreacheable one. The desire of being better everyday is invading us all this time because we don't know everything, "anything". But that is good, that's what makes us evolve, what creates beautiful minds.

As the time is going by, I came to notice that the wise person, never stops learning, that the change doesn't begging with ourselves, it always beggins with the person who affects our environment making us think, philosophise.

I think that, by accepting the unmaturity, we make it go away a little bit from our lives allowing us to be a little more near from that perfection we constantly idealize. The beautiful change.

Keep your toughts positive, because they become your words; words become your behaviour; behaviours become your habits; habits become your values; and values, become you DESTINY.

Who knows, maybe, it could be more near now. That's something I'm always going to be wondering while I do what I want to do now.