FAILURE AND IMAGINATION

“…why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.

The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned…”

“And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.

I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

What is more, those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy…”

“If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.”

Del INCREIBLE DISCURSO de J.K. Rowling.

The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past... and recognize that everyday won't be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair... remember it's only in the black of night you can see the stars, and those stars will lead you back home. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble, to fall, cause most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for... Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined... Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end... the journey is the destination.

If you are always looking for reasons not to be with somebody

Then you will always find them.
And I guess in some point, maybe you should let go and give your heart what it deserves.

THE WHOLE CHONGO SITUATION

Nunca pensé que tener un chongo podía ser tan complicado. No me pongo como ejemplo, porque soy demasiado intensa para que pueda funcionar, pero siempre creí que los seres más simples no tenían dificultades para conseguir este tipo de relaciones.

Una de mis amigas plantea:

- quiero que cenemos
- miremos pelis los días de frío
- que me llames a las 3 am, después de tu salida, cuando tengas ganas de tener sexo
- y estés disponible cuando yo tenga ganas de tener hacerlo
- no quiero planteos
- ni familias políticas
- ni escenas de celos
- ni quiero saber con cuántas minas estuviste
- quiero que me hagas reír
- y que no haya complicaciones

El flaco le dijo que NO.

Hablando en serio, no era el sueño del pibe? No es lo que estuvieron tratando de conseguir todos estos años y se quejaban porque nosotras no accedíamos?

KARMA IT’S A BITCH

Un compañero de la facultad estaba saliendo con una chica. Durante los tres primeros meses todo parecía funcionar, hasta que ella, poco a poco, empezó a mostrarse más fría.

Él se estaba empezando a enamorar y el cambio de actitud le despertó cierta curiosidad, pero como todo venía bien, fue suficiente un “te pasa algo? Estás bien?”, para quedarse traquilo. Él afirma que no había pasado nada fuera de lo normal, pero todos sabíamos que faltaba algo en esa historia.

Unas semanas después, mi compañero recibe un mail de uno de sus amigos. El mail era claro y conciso, le contaba que habían visto a su pseudo novia, el sábado a la noche a los besos con un chico en el medio de un bar de Palermo.

En cuanto lee esas palabras, llama a dos de sus amigos. “Che, los paso a buscar con el auto que necesito que me acompañen a hacer algo.”

Se sube al auto y llama a la susodicha:
“Ani, cómo andás?”
“Todo bien y vos?”
“ Todo barbaro. Qué andás haciendo?”
“ Estoy acá en Freddo de juramento con las chicas”
“ Ay, mirá que casualidad, estoy a dos cuadras de ahí… querés salir dos segundos a saludarme?”
“ … Bueno dale.”

Los amigos estacionan en la puerta de Freddo, mi compañero se baja del auto y se acerca a esta tal Ani, la saluda, la mira fijo, saca dos huevos de sus bolsillos y sin pensarlo se los parte en la cabeza con toda la bronca del mundo y se sube corriendo al auto.

Cuentan los amigos que la imagen de Ani fue impagable: “Se quedó dura en la puerta de la heladería, sin entender que acababa de pasar, viendo como nos íbamos en el auto, mientras las amigas se cagaban de risa del otro lado del vidrio.”


Esa historia me parece simplemente brillante.