El otro día, volviendo en tren de visitar a una amiga y sin Internet en en el móvil, me puse a pensar y a analizar mis días. Es gracioso la de ideas que se te pasan por la cabeza cuando estás aburrida y así es como nació esta: "Nos pasamos la vida esperando. Esperando a que suene el despertador, esperando a que se nos abran los ojos, esperando a que salga el agua caliente, esperando a que nos haga efecto el suavizante. Seguimos esperando a que el pelo se nos seque, a que el enjuague bucal elimine las bacterias, a que se nos sequen las uñas o simplemente a que se abra la puerta automática para salir de casa. Cuando empezamos el día, seguimos esperando. Esperamos a que nos llegue el correo, a que nos respondan a ese menaje, a que el profesor llegue, a que la clase se acabe, a que se prepare la comida o a que incluso se enfríe para poder comernosla. Después esperamos a que sea una hora determinada para empezar a estudiar o para salir a correr. Al acabar el día, cuando pensamos que tenemos la mente en blanco y que no estamos esperando a nada, seguimos esperando. Esperamos a que nuestro programa favorito empiece o a que se acaben los anuncios y después, esperamos a que se acabe para poder irnos a dormir y empezar un nuevo día. Un nuevo día lleno de esperas, lleno de momentos quietos, momentos en los que no estamos  haciendo nada más que esperar. ¿Alguna vez te has dado cuenta de la cantidad de minutos, horas o incluso días que has desperdiciado esperando? ¿Mi consejo? Deja de esperar. Deja de ver el tiempo pasar y no aprovecharlo. Se nos echa encima. Un día te levantas por la mañana y tu mayor deseo es que el Ratoncito Perez te haya dejado dinero debajo de la almohada y al día siguiente estás pensando en ese examen tan importante para acabar la carrera o en atender a tus hijos porque están llorando. No sé. Siento que los días pasan y muchos de ellos sin más, sin un sentido, sin un algo que los haga especiales y memorables y eso no debería de ser así. Nos convencemos de que nuestra vida será eterna, de que duraremos por los siglos de los siglos, pero lo que no tenemos en cuenta es que todo tiene fecha de caducidad. Que igual que hoy estás feliz y sano, mañana tu familia y tus amigos pueden estar llorando tu muerte. Con esto no pretendo dar miedo ni mucho menos crear tristeza, lo que pretendo es que la gente se dé cuenta de que sólo tenemos una vida, una sola para poder vivir todas aquellas cosas que quieres conocer, descubrir o sentir y que debemos aprovechar cada segundo de nuestro día para hacerlas posible"

I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things that we like and dislike change. And we can wish they wouldn't all day long, but that never works

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. 
You probably can't. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

You're not what you look like, you're the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. You're not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You're not your thighs or your teeth. You're the colour of your hair, you're your favourite band, you're the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You're what you love, you're not what you look like or the body you are in.

It happens to 
everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on

You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions, not words, that matter

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

I think I think too much. I worry over things that have yet to come, wasting time lingering over the future so much that I miss out on the joys of the present. I need to stop, I need to stop being this over-analytic, paranoid little girl; I need to start to be myself. Because I'm sick of missing out on the joys of this life, worrying over such nonsense - things that may not even ever happen

No asumas ni supongas nada que no hayas comprobado. Si tienes cualquier duda (por muy pequeña que sea) aclárala. Si sospechas algo, pregunta. Hacer suposiciones te lleva a inventar historias increíbles que sólo envenenan tu alma y que, con frecuencia, no tienen ningún fundamento. Cuando creemos algo, suponemos que tenemos la razón hasta el punto de llegar a destruir nuestras relaciones por defender nuestra posición. Suponemos que todo el mundo ve la vida del mismo modo que nosotros. Suponemos que los demás piensan, sienten, juzgan y maltratan como nosotros hacemos. El día que dejes de hacer suposiciones, te comunicarás con claridad, libre de veneno emocional.

I know today is Monday and you assume it's going to suck, but according to statistics, there will be over 5.000 weddings, 10.000 childbirths and 42 million hugs occurring today throughout the United States. Also today, there will be at least 4 people that will win the multimillion dollar lotterie, 600 people will get promotions at work and 3.000 people will lose their virginity. There will also be 600 dogs adopted, 35.000 balloons sold and 800.000 skittles sold. Plus, the words "I love you" will be said over 9 million times. So again, I know today is Monday and you assume it's going to such but just smile because according to statistics, it should actually be a really nice day