Purpose?

I have been thinking, y'all know, giving some action to the muscle up there, and I have kind of concluded that the only purpose of life is to get things done. Ya know what I mean and afirm, do ya? Yup, the already known.

Pretty nasty uh? Annoying pain in the ass this little unconcious purpose, isn't it? And it is the only one that moves us :)

We can also get into the "causality ideal", and the "first think, then exist", or "what am I doing here but complete this world as it completes me?", but only straightly thinking in actions, we born to complete what we begin there, or in other words, to make our life be done.

We came out of the womb and began breathing, there we started our first duty, keep ourselves alive, until we fulfill the process and get it done. We study, get better or good, or not, but don't stop until it is done, or as consecuence, get into something else to fulfill. We throw a rock or do a fire, so we change something, and get that something done.

This little speech of mine, which I try to explain and do not understand completely, creates the idea that diying with a lot of undone things would be very sad.



Get a grip on yourself Pablo, would ya?

The Life, Universe and Everything I

"We don't have to save the world. The world is big enough to look after itself. What we have to be concerned about is whether or not the world we live in will be capable of sustaining us in it."

The Pretaker?

Después de un par de minutos de decidia y usando el poder comparativo (que no siempre es atinado), y de una larga busqueda, encontré a estos dos que si pueden dar un buen tiro.
Ustedes dirán.

PS: Buen año para todos.

En espera de una unión.

¡Chintrolo, que rápido va todo! ¡Apenas fue mi cumpleaños y ya estoy por casarme, 7 de Noviembre será el día, a una semana de esta noche!

Ha pasado algo de tiempo desde que no escribía aquí, historias o cosas de esas que nomás pasas, y si lo llegué a hacer, fue en inglés. Sigo sin saber que escribir, o más bien, por donde comenzar.

Por lo pronto me despido.

Mrs. Captain Underpants

Cute, isn't she?
Fake Wednesday Pic, Thursday of Heroes!

I had forgotten how it feels to walk one and a half in the morning, rainy weather, fresh air.
Walking with a certain warm guide, nice music.
Following dark roads, strong footsteps.

It feels kind of good.

Don't be serious, you have new scars...

Lets introduce a little Anarchy

I wish I could have more time and another body,
To start all again.

All different.

April Fourteenth, Nineteen Eightyfive

All that is now,
All that is gone,
And all that's to come.

And everything under the sun is in tune,
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

There is no dark side of the moon really,
Matter of fact is all dark,

Unknown and ready to be discovered.

BY THE MOON!