Reflexions about truth....

I really didn’t have a good time. I was thinking about all the lies I’ve been told.

I embrace the truth. I was cheated again, and again, and again. Life cheated on me, you cheated on me, and I cheated on me. I dreamt about things. Now I know you were laughing at me.

I wish some things had never happened. But none of my tears can erase all that.

Did I deserve it? Maybe for being a dreamer, for trusting, for caring. It is sometimes better not to know it all.

As far as I know, those aren’t bad things at all. I am like that. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me like that. That’s me, no more not less.

I knew a man who lived in fear
It was huge, it was angry,
It was drawing near.
Behind his house a secret place
Was the shadow of the demon
He could never face.
He built a wall of steel and flame
And men with guns to keep it tame
Then standing back he made it plain
That the nightmare would never ever rise again
But the fear and the fire and the guns remain.

It doesn't matter now it's over anyhow
He tells the world that it's sleeping
But as the night came round
I heard It slowly sound
It wasn't roaring, it was weeping
It wasn't roaring, it was weeping.

"This song is deep. I read an earlier review stating that it is about political and physical oppression; however, my own sentiments had always turned the meaning toward something kept secret. I had always thought that the man who had built the wall had a deep secret that he wished none to know, and so he caged it up in himself, for he was afraid that one day it would come roaring out into the open. Instead, the secret within him mourned because of the trouble of hiding it, and because things most desperately hidden most desperately seek to get out. Either way, it's one of the best songs I've ever heard." Anonymous review taken from somwhere.

I don't wanna live in fear. After all "la vida es bella y hay que vivirla". We all keep secrets, we all lie. What we don't know is how much we can hurt with those secrets and lies.

I won't change my way to see life. Experiences may change a part of us, but it is our job to keep our essence. That should remain the same.

I turn the light on and I see things clearer. I'm glad that I'm alive. I love and I feel loved in so many ways.

So....to finish this in a good way.......un párrafo de una canción que aprendí en el colegio:

"No digamos jamás la mentira, no engañemos a nuestros papás que no hay cosa má bella que un niño cuando sabe decir la verdad....." Childhood memories......