#alagar

Hace poco me pasó algo que para mí fue increíble, me dijeron esto “¿Como haces para ser un genio?, Seguramente tú mismo solucionas tus problemas o quien sabe, tal vez ni siquiera los tengas”. Leer eso fue algo agridulce, obviamente me estaban alagando pero a la vez estaban dando una opinión errónea de mí, no soy ningún genio, no tengo conocimientos sobre muchas cosas de la vida, la verdad constantemente sufro mucho con mis errores y pido consejos a las personas en quieres confío, no puedo resolver problemas solo y tengo miles. Pero lo único que me diferencia de algunas personas es que sigo adelante, no creo que rendirse sea una buena opción en esta vida. La verdad eso es lo que más aconsejo y es lo que más funciona cuando lo pones en practica... Nadie es un “genio” solo toman las decisiones correctas

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He appeared with a tap on my shoulder. Amidst all the jostle that the crowd indulged in, he appeared calm. The surprise of the riot of colour on his face caught my eye. He smiled and showed me the vessel he held.  Ah money, I thought. It paints the town red. In this case, a deep devilish pink and adorned with trinkets in their glory. The crowd continued to swirl and sweat in the middle of Madurai’s Chithirai Festival. I pulled out the wallet with great care and thrust a few notes into his vessel. It was his turn to be surprised. Perhaps it was the quantum of money. Perhaps it was the fact that I gave at all. Maybe it was the minor gymnastics I had to perform to pull out the wallet and extract a few notes. His surprise gave way to a smile and lead to a pat on my head with a peacock feather that he seemed to pull out from nowhere. Could he smile for a picture, I ask? He stands, smiles and then in a minute dances to a new tune and melts into the crowd. Long after he is gone, the azure blue stays with me.  Have you wondered if you wear a paint to earn a living? His devilish pink, trinket trodden face, with that warm smile did that to me. (at Madurai, India)

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