Nocturnal Walk

Few times I use a personal experience for one of my stories, but this is one of those times. It happened a couple days ago, on the night of the Fourth of July, to be more precise. After having some friends for barbecue, my boyfriend and I decided to go for our nocturnal walk. People were lighting fireworks on the street, and we saw some of them bursting in the sky, too, so I thought that our walk would be something special.

That night, we decided to walk in a new direction. It was a part of the neighborhood that we had not been before, and it looked very pretty: nice new and old houses with well maintained front yards. At some of these places, people still had tents and light series to add up to the atmosphere while they were enjoying with their friends. From all over, one could hear chatting and some music. It was a beautiful night, full moon included.

We kept on walking and talking about how nice it would be to have some of those lights ourselves when we saw a house with something very different. Instead of having lights, they had actual torches, probably six of them, burning intensely. At a first glance, I did not made any of that but, after a few moments, I thought that it was kind of weird to have the torches going on when nobody was there. “Maybe the party is over,” I thought, and forgot about it.

After wandering for another half an hour, we came back following the same route. We passed again the house with the torches, and they kept on burning as if they were just set up. This time, a woman was there staring at the sky. You might think that maybe she was looking at some fireworks, but they were long ended at that point.

For a split second we stared at her. My boyfriend and I looked at each other, and he was the first one to say something. “Why is she wearing all black?,” he asked me. By the time I tried to see her again, she was getting into the house saying something that I could not understand. “It is so weird,” he said. “Do you want to see her?” “No!, ” I replied. And right when I was saying the word, I fell how a chill crawled all over my spine.

It was the very first time in my life that I actually understood what “having the hairs in the back of your head risen” means. Immediately I felt like running from there. Call me crazy but there was something with that house and that woman. What is it? I do not know, but the only thing that I am sure of is that the nocturnal walks should not take us there ever again.

 

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Nocturnal Walk

Letter to My (Older) Self

Dear older Alejandra:

Time has flown, hasn’t it? Ten years have passed, and I really, really hope that, above all, you are happy. I hope that, by this time, you have found whatever makes you truly and utterly happy. You are still young and, if you have found it, then you have plenty of time to enjoy it. Life is too short and, at this point, it is forbidden to waste it. Be happy in every single way possible.

I am curious to know how things have unfold because I am writing to you from a time when there is a lot of uncertainty. I hope by the time you read this letter, you have overcome fear. That fear that sometimes was always present. I hope that by 2027 you are looking back to July 1st, 2017 and think something like, “Man how scared I was, but it ended up working out, and it was totally worth it. Who could have imagined what was about to happen!”

Are you still writing? If the answer is yes, then that means we were not too bad, and we actually got somewhere with it. I hope that whatever you are working on, it involves this art. We always loved books and stories, so please, please tell me that we did not lose that love and that we are still learning new tricks.

Speaking of work, by this time you should not be looking for a job. Jobs should be looking for you. I want you to remember this summer of 2017 and think about those companies that got rid of you because you were not worth enough to keep. I want to confirm that, during these ten years that have gone by, you have proven everybody wrong, even ourselves.

Now, going to more important things: Are you loving yourself properly? I hope that the answer is a big, giant “Yes.” And if the answer is “More less” or “Maybe,” then I do not know what to tell you. Probably I would want to slap you, but I know how stubborn and adamant we could be. Guess we will always be rams, won’t we?

Finally, I hope these ten years have been wonderful and that you have lived them with the people you love the most. I hope you have enjoyed the process that has taken you where you are. And if that is not the case, it is never late. Be brave and go for it. We can do it. We can totally still do it.

Love,

Me

Letter to My (Older) Self

Letter to My (Younger) Self

Dear young Ale,

I hope you are doing good, and that you are enjoying your Friday night. Come on, you are 22 years old; you HAVE to enjoy your Friday night. Actually, you know what? I hope you are doing whatever you want. Probably you are doing some homework, so you do not have to do it during the weekend. That is okay, but if you are going to do that on a Friday night, then make it worth it: understand whatever you are reading. Please THINK.

About the future I am not going to say anything, but let me tell you that it you would never imagine where you are or the things that are awaiting for you. I have a bit of advice, though. First of all, enjoy your family more. You do not realize how important they are and how you take them for granted sometimes. Be with them, get to know them better, talk to them more. The Butrones might be crazy, but they are awesome too.

Second: DO NOT BE LAZY. THINK. Be conscious of everything that you do. Every decision counts, and even the simplest one can change your life forever. Start having goals and do your best all the time. You are smart so trust yourself more often. You will be fine, I promise. I know that people think you need to be overprotected, but you really do not.You are strong and you can do whatever you set your mind to.

Third: Love yourself. I know that you have been feeling like the ugly, little duck for while but trust me: appearances are not everything in this life. It feels good to look good, I am not going to lie. But do not let that tiny, little detail get in the way of your self-esteem and confidence. It is better to have a good attitude and be a nice person. You are a nice person already, but you need to learn a thing or two still.

Fourth: Speak more. Nobody is going to bite you if you do, even if you say something stupid. Who cares? Do not be scared of being made fun of. Again, do not take it (yourself) that seriously. Expressing yourself to yourself and to others is very important, so give a shot every once in a while.

Fifth and final: Be happy. Time passes so fast that you do not even notice. Next thing you know is that you are 32 years old, and still you do not have your life figured out just yet. But you know what? That is fine because at 22, 32, or 42, nobody really does anyway.

Love,

Me

Letter to My (Younger) Self

The Disappointment Panda and other Life Truths

No, this is not a fable or a story intended for kids. What I am  talking about is one of the most endearing characters of Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck. Seems like I am in a loop of motivational books here but let me tell you that this is NOT you expected or average self-help text.

If you are one of those who believes that you can “attract” whatever you want, and it will be given to you, or you think that having a positive attitude all the time is the way to start improving your life, this book is NOT for you. The Subtle Art will probably tell you exactly what you DO NOT want to hear; I better should say that this book and all of it awesomeness is a “hand it with care” type.

First of all you will find a lot of cursing in this book… and that is okay. It is not that the author is a potty mouth (well, he actually is), but makes his prose more real and somehow fulfills the purpose of conveying a deeper message. This book will not tell you that there is abundance in the universe and whatever you really, really wish shall be yours. This book keeps it real: Life suck sometimes, and you gotta deal with it; it is good that you have problems; and uncertainty is awesome for you.

Without revealing too much, I would say that this is a book that will challenge you. It will make you question your values, how do you tackle problems and, most importantly, what are the things you actually give a fuck about. Manson’s main premise is that there is a  finite amount of fucks each one of us has, so you better make them count.

The beauty of this is that “giving a fuck” is not a synonym a of indifference, just the opposite. You should give a fuck about things that actually matter to you. Easier to hear or read than to do. If you are tired of “feel good” books, and you really want to do something about yourself, this is the right one for you.

Highly recommendable as a complement for your motivational, bedside bestsellers, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck will make you really object yourself. Do not miss the opportunity to lay your hands on a copy and start living not the way you want, but the way you need.

The Disappointment Panda and other Life Truths