Living is not only exist,
but exist and create,
know how to enjoy and suffer.
And not sleep without dreaming.
Rest is starting to die.
What you think, you look and think ...
I wanted to write something about the accident I had in January 2012 and has made me think a lot this year and a half of recovery. In life one walks, stumbles and gets up ... that's life. But sometimes you walk and not stumble but is taken ahead. I will not write anything about how the accident happened. Well, that is no longer worth remembering, but I think it's interesting the things one thinks, hears, sees and meditate. As I was conscious, I thought of my family, if you see her again, my friends, on my island, things that had not yet done so, I would not know if I could re-do did. All endless thoughts that pounded in my head. The truth was not aware of the seriousness of what happened, but all I thought was that I wanted to return to my island and I was going to get out of bed. Limply, but I tried, I was taking my first steps, I discovered again the senses and sensations in everything we do again, as if reborn.
Step by step in my way, but always positive
Although rumors reached me that people commented that now would never be the same, I could not do sport and worse; rumors of people who do not 'trusted' never in my. They have always tried to put an obstacle or criticize the will to fight of a person. But those comments and opinions were never present the next morning and gave me even more strength. In life there will always be people who love you and people who hate you. But you'll spend in life without a trace. People who try things go well and I leave you my best and people who will try the opposite. But one must be stronger than that and comply with its purposes and goals and above all be yourself. Because perfection does not exist.
Every day surprised me with every thing I could and I was filled with positivism. But always with the mind set on my island and my people. When I got out of the hospital I could not walk but I had my exercise routine I wanted to do to recover. Exigiéndome more and more every day (despite the pain that invaded me, especially at night). But every day I woke up because I thought: