A deep, honest, for-better change isn’t easy, but it is worth. Last April was my 48 BD. Most likely I won’t live another round, and what’s left surely won’t be easier. I was born –if I haven’t said it before– on April 23, 1977. I had all that I needed and I’ve wasted it, I’ve earned money and I’ve spent it, I’ve said words and done things –to others and myself– that later regretted. Here’s a list of what I regret the most: For the wasted time, for I haven’t done what I wanted to, for my mediocre fatherhood, for my ungratefulness and disrespect to my family, for hurting others, for hurting myself, for the forever-lost foolish desire of wanting to meet Elvira before the moment I did. However, I have two daughters, my parents are still alive and keep believing in me, I have a place to live, to love, and work; I have food on my table and clothes to wear, I have air in my lungs, blood in my veins, I have someone to love , I have dreams, and the unfailing love of God . God ...
Someone to love, Something to do, Higher purpose to serve, Pursuit my burning desire, Earn life.