Why when we write we feel like everything has to be related to a title? Why isn't it just words that flow without even thinking?
2017 ends today and so many things have happened to me this year. When the moment comes, I do not even know if I want to remember everything that happened. And don't get me wrong, I have had a lot of joyful moments this past year I remember quite well. But, is it worth it? Is it worth to go back and recap everything I did? The feelings I have had throughout the whole year are inside of me, even when I do not think of the events I lived in 2017. My heart has been molded by those events.
When I opened my social media apps this morning, I noticed that everyone was posting pictures and writing long paragraphs about their 2017. Some of them were so inspiring that I even felt like writing mine. But... when I wanted to start mine, I did not even know which events to choose. I lived almost every single event with the same mindset in 2017 that all of them are relevant to me. Also, as I discovered that the feelings of those events are in my heart, I found no need to remember all of those events. As we know, the heart and mind are connected.
This message does not have any specific meaning nor you need to act accordingly. I am just trying to reflect on this morning of the last day of 2017. I do not think I will make a post for my year 2017, because people can see it all when they meet me. I have had quite an awesome year. I have seen things unravelled like never before.
Anyways, my parents are calling me to go play some cards... Cheers and have a great end of the year!!
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Recap-The world we live in. With this story I spread a message of hope to all of those affected by terrorist attacks (mentally or physically or both)
About a year ago or so I made it to Paris, France, because I truly desired to study in such a magnificent city. My super united family was excited but super sad at the same moment because they knew they would have me super far away. None of us had ever been to Europe before, we had always stayed in America. For me, it was a dream coming true. I went through a harsh process in order to make it to Paris. I did a lot of fundraisings, I worked and did several activities in order to get the money to make it possible because we are not millionaires.
The thing that I liked the most at that time was that in my mind I only had that I would not be able to go to a university because here in the United States universities are super expensive and I could not afford it. Many times I thought about going back to my home country, Costa Rica, and study there that the education is free. On the other side, I was tired of being in America and I wanted something more exciting so I gave it my all and my best until I made it all the way to Paris.
I got to Paris and I was living a dream, I did not care if maybe I did not have the money to give myself a luxurious life or anything similar. All I cared about was enjoying the beauty of my surroundings and the fact that I actually made it to university and was studying. I have a passion for studying so for me it was a huge accomplishments. I knew all the contributions I had would run out quickly so I found myself a job as a babysitter in the beautiful city of Paris and I studied and worked almost every night. For me, sleeping was something unfamiliar, but again, I did not care because just walking in the streets of Paris brought peace and rest to my being.
The dream would have continued to be perfect until a terrorist attack happened in the "arrondissement" where I went to university, passed by every single day and was actually my hometown. My family all the way from America started to freak out; you see not only have we never had terrorist attacks in Costa Rica but in the United States we had never experienced anything similar. So, my mother would cry every night after the attack happened and all of my family was super worried of me staying there. I tried to convince them that the security in the city had increased and that I would be fine, but nothing would bring peace into their hearts. So one day while talking to my family I decided to actually come back to the United States to be with them because I, myself, was afraid that any of them would have a terrible medical condition due to stress or excessive worry ness. So, yes, indeed, I gave up my dream to bring peace to my family and until now I do not regret my decision. As soon as I agreed to coming back, my brother bought me a place ticket from one day to the other and I packed everything in one night to fly very early the next morning.
I got back to America and my family was so happy to have me close and just to see that I was still alive. They cried and they completely moved my heart. I felt the pain that it would have meant if I would have been one of the many casualties of those attacks. The worst of all is that the night that the attacks happened I was supposed to hang out at one of the targeted places with friends but I canceled it because I felt extremely tired and I had to do many things. Many close friends ended up injured or just being traumatized but fortunately, not dead.
So, it seems that since them it all started as a domino effect. The terrorist attacks in Turkey incremented, there was another attack in Nice, France recently, Bruxelles, Belgium, even in the United States two terrorist attacks happened already (San Bernardino and Florida), and the most recent was Munich, Germany. Even if in Germany it was not any of the terrorist groups, getting out in the street and killing many people is still considered terrorism. Also, I might be missing more places but these are the ones that almost everyone never thought that something like that would happen.
I, myself had to give up on a dream due to a terrorist attack and after the attack I have been very thoughtful and still a little shocked from the event. It is something that marked my life and the feelings of fear and pain of the moment will always be there. Many people after the attacks start to ask themselves the reasons for living, being part of this world and the meaning of life. My best advice is to stop, take the memories from the event and place them into the back of your mind and keep on going.
After the attacks, I came to the United States with the mind of one day going back to France. I just came to give peace to my family but my dream shall resume one day. I came back, worked at a warehouse and then finally found a more suitable job in which I can grow professionally and I still am employed at the same place. I have successfully made it to stabilized myself mentally and economically. At this point I feel as if I were a super hero that has been through a lot and at the end have become so strong that nothing can stop me. So, use those experiences to make yourself stronger.
I am currently working, I have finally enrolled into a community college here which is cheaper so that I can fulfill my desire to study; I am hoping to make it to a real university after two years of community college, but most important of all; I have set a very successful future in my head! I am saving money to make it back to France soon, regardless if the situation of terrorism has not been stabilized, at least I have already given peace to my family and they now know what consequences could come in the future.
So, this world have changed and I feel that many of us started to live in a state of fear and pain but I will tell you one thing, train your mind to take the fear and pain and convert it into pure strength that will guide you all the way until you complete your goals. Do not let down and be courageous!!
The thing that I liked the most at that time was that in my mind I only had that I would not be able to go to a university because here in the United States universities are super expensive and I could not afford it. Many times I thought about going back to my home country, Costa Rica, and study there that the education is free. On the other side, I was tired of being in America and I wanted something more exciting so I gave it my all and my best until I made it all the way to Paris.
I got to Paris and I was living a dream, I did not care if maybe I did not have the money to give myself a luxurious life or anything similar. All I cared about was enjoying the beauty of my surroundings and the fact that I actually made it to university and was studying. I have a passion for studying so for me it was a huge accomplishments. I knew all the contributions I had would run out quickly so I found myself a job as a babysitter in the beautiful city of Paris and I studied and worked almost every night. For me, sleeping was something unfamiliar, but again, I did not care because just walking in the streets of Paris brought peace and rest to my being.
The dream would have continued to be perfect until a terrorist attack happened in the "arrondissement" where I went to university, passed by every single day and was actually my hometown. My family all the way from America started to freak out; you see not only have we never had terrorist attacks in Costa Rica but in the United States we had never experienced anything similar. So, my mother would cry every night after the attack happened and all of my family was super worried of me staying there. I tried to convince them that the security in the city had increased and that I would be fine, but nothing would bring peace into their hearts. So one day while talking to my family I decided to actually come back to the United States to be with them because I, myself, was afraid that any of them would have a terrible medical condition due to stress or excessive worry ness. So, yes, indeed, I gave up my dream to bring peace to my family and until now I do not regret my decision. As soon as I agreed to coming back, my brother bought me a place ticket from one day to the other and I packed everything in one night to fly very early the next morning.
I got back to America and my family was so happy to have me close and just to see that I was still alive. They cried and they completely moved my heart. I felt the pain that it would have meant if I would have been one of the many casualties of those attacks. The worst of all is that the night that the attacks happened I was supposed to hang out at one of the targeted places with friends but I canceled it because I felt extremely tired and I had to do many things. Many close friends ended up injured or just being traumatized but fortunately, not dead.
So, it seems that since them it all started as a domino effect. The terrorist attacks in Turkey incremented, there was another attack in Nice, France recently, Bruxelles, Belgium, even in the United States two terrorist attacks happened already (San Bernardino and Florida), and the most recent was Munich, Germany. Even if in Germany it was not any of the terrorist groups, getting out in the street and killing many people is still considered terrorism. Also, I might be missing more places but these are the ones that almost everyone never thought that something like that would happen.
I, myself had to give up on a dream due to a terrorist attack and after the attack I have been very thoughtful and still a little shocked from the event. It is something that marked my life and the feelings of fear and pain of the moment will always be there. Many people after the attacks start to ask themselves the reasons for living, being part of this world and the meaning of life. My best advice is to stop, take the memories from the event and place them into the back of your mind and keep on going.
After the attacks, I came to the United States with the mind of one day going back to France. I just came to give peace to my family but my dream shall resume one day. I came back, worked at a warehouse and then finally found a more suitable job in which I can grow professionally and I still am employed at the same place. I have successfully made it to stabilized myself mentally and economically. At this point I feel as if I were a super hero that has been through a lot and at the end have become so strong that nothing can stop me. So, use those experiences to make yourself stronger.
I am currently working, I have finally enrolled into a community college here which is cheaper so that I can fulfill my desire to study; I am hoping to make it to a real university after two years of community college, but most important of all; I have set a very successful future in my head! I am saving money to make it back to France soon, regardless if the situation of terrorism has not been stabilized, at least I have already given peace to my family and they now know what consequences could come in the future.
So, this world have changed and I feel that many of us started to live in a state of fear and pain but I will tell you one thing, train your mind to take the fear and pain and convert it into pure strength that will guide you all the way until you complete your goals. Do not let down and be courageous!!
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
The Bus Rider
He wakes up on a rainy day:
sleep attacks but he fights back!
Gets ready for another day in his routine.
At this point, shower has been taken and now...
Oh no! Forgot the umbrella, so time for a second unplanned shower, great !
Uff... Finally made it to the bus station at 6:20 am as usual.
The bus does not come until 7:00 am, mm, what to do?
The bus does not come until 7:00 am, mm, what to do?
Patiently he waits and keeps himself attentive so that no one steals his lunch.
Holding his bag tightly he knows lunch is save!
Time passes...
BUS FINALLY ARRIVED!!
Ah... this lady... She always leaves at 7:05 am !
She gets down the bus and goes to the bathroom and then talks to the world itself.
Agh... More waiting...
Finally on the bus and boom... Sleep attacks again!
His neck becomes a pillow and his head leans slightly to the left to rest on it.
He knows there are exactly 7 beeps before his stop,
so he keeps his ears wide open.
Eyes closed, body relaxing, time flies....
And... 7th beep !!
Eyes wide open, body awake, and back to Earth!
No more time to spend on his own world.
Quickly presses stop button...beep...gets down at 8th stop!
Just another bus ride in his routine.
-Jean C. Araya Seas - May 3rd, 2016
Sunday, December 13, 2015
That Life...
Beginning
Costa Rica, such beautiful country with imaginable landscapes, friendly people and full of natural attractions, was the country where he was born. He grew up with a family based of five people; mom, dad, and two brothers. Being the youngest one, the future was fully unknown to him, the young child only knew stories that his parents and brothers would tell him. One year and eight months separate him from the middle brother and twelve years from the oldest one.
A normal day in his house would go like this:
-Dad: Waaaaaaake up!!!! It is 6 am and it is Sunday, we have to live the day to its fullest and it is no time to be sleeping.
-Nooooo!!!! Let me sleep some more, every day I wake up at 6 am to go to school but during the weekends I want to rest. Are you not sleepy?
-Dad: Hurry up! Let's go buy a baguette for breakfast with natilla and some orange juice.
-But dad, the bakery is CLOSED at this time, are you crazy??
-Well maybe we can go running, ride the bike or do some sports and then go buy all that for breakfast.
-Please let me sleep some more.
(Door closes...)
The door at the side of his room opens...
-Dad: Henry!!! Wake up!! It is 6 am and you are still sleeping, that is impossible!
-Henry (oldest brother): I wake up at 5 am everyday to go to work, please let me rest some more.
(Door closes and another one opens..)
-Dad: Jurgeen!!!! Wake up!!! Let's go get some things for breakfast!
-Jurgen (middle brother): Close the door and turn off the light!
Door closes and screams are heard:
-Mom: GO BACK TO SLEEP!!! It is super early and I am trying to sleep, that you woke up early does not mean that everyone has to wake up, go watch tv to the living room or do something else.
Door opens...
-Dad: I am tired to tell you to wake up. Let's go!!
He grabs his legs and pull him out of the bed even with the blanket all the way until the living room. The youngest was always first.
-Dad: You are awake now, go get ready so we go riding the bike up the mountain.
-Ok... Whispers to himself: like if I have a choice.
Another door opens...
-I ALREADY TOLD YOU TO WAKE UP LIKE THREE HOURS AGO (lie..)!!
Grabs him from his legs even if he is twenty-five years old and pulls him all the way to the living room. He screams while he is being pulled:
-AAAAHHH!! Let me go!! Whenever I get up I will pick you up and put you back in bed to go to sleep.
A funny oldest brother vs dad fight starts and at the end mom comes out because she cannot sleep...
-Leave them alone!! Let him go, you are going to hurt him!!
-Dad: Mero huevon, he thought he could beat me just because he goes to the gym haha I am full protein while he is full air. Now get ready, let's go riding the bikes.
-Henry: Ok...
Door opens
-I am not going anywhere and even if you pull me to the living room I will fall asleep on the floor.
Mom intervenes and gets dad to stop and door shuts real hard!
The three: Henry, him and dad go riding the bike while mom and Jurgen stay sleeping some more.
Very c'mon morning every single weekend in this household.
As they are riding the bike up the mountain at 6:30 in the morning, the sun starts to rise and the cows eat the green pastures while everything somehow releases a minimal but bright stunning light making everything around it magical.
-Dad: You see all you can miss if you were still asleep!
-Both at the same time: Yes, dad!
They start going up of one of the hardest hills to reach the highest point of the mountain; the hill is so steep and long that it takes a lot of strength, perseveration and around 25 minutes to make it all the way up. When all of a sudden other people riding the bikes up the hill appear in front of them and...
-Dad: C'mon!!!! Hurry up!!! Get going, we have to pass them even if they look far away! Nobody can be in front of us.
The three of them start pedaling harder and harder without showing any weakness until they pass everyone that seems to be in front of them. The other people riding the bike just said hello and kept going slow but the important thing is that now, they were behind.
The last 10 minutes of the hill approach and the three are now fighting to see who can get to the top first. Normally he will get on his feet first to pedal with more strength and faster but then he will get tired and sit down again. Then, the oldest will stand up on the pedals and get some advantage. Dad waited until the very last moment and got up on the pedals and beat them two!!
The way back would be the best... Going down the hill took around 10 minutes since they would go at full speed. But then... the rest of the journey included dad bragging all the time about how he is so old and can still beat them. Then, they would joke and say that they let him so he would feel good. That he wakes up super early to wake other people up and it would be nice for others to beat him after such effort. Laughs and jokes all around with a lot of sarcasm...
Finally, after coming down from Las Nubes in Coronado, they would go to the bakery in downtown of Coronado and it would be open since it was already 8:30 or 9 in the morning. They would buy two baguettes, some Turrialba cheese, orange juice and of course, natilla Dos Pinos. After they would stop by the fruit market and buy a banana for each of them along with some coconut water to regain energy to head back home.
Forty-five minutes after....
-We have arriveeeeed!!!! Is the coffee ready???
No answer....
-Henry: Mmm maybe they are taking a shower since they know we are going to visit Mamarosa today (grandma).
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