There's still time

 The days could be usually similar to each other but they never are in the same way. When we are children the time seems to drag on in front of us and we feel that  moments will remain for the last forever but they won't. When we become teenagers life starts to seem too short for doing everything we want to do and when we get a little bit older we are sure about that. Every single moment in our life has its own worth and each opportunity must be considered very precious because what we have lived will never come back and give us another chance.
      Then when we get older we start to understand better about the value of time and we start to make questions that we never did before like: “How long time will you take to be graduated? Am I too young to get married? How long time will take to the potable water be over? Would Venice even exist until I have enough money and time to visit it?” Since that moment, the lack of time begins to haunt us because time is rushing so fast that neither the things that we have to do can be done much less those which we desire to. Is this problem a question of lack of organization or lack of time? This is interrogative has been hammering in my head making me wonder if I were super-organized what would change in my life.
     Nowadays I feel like I already wasted too much time of my life and it's too late to attempt once more. Many people wish to go back on the time and try all again and I’m one of them, if I only could at least change some flaws of my past. However we don’t have time to waste with illusion, it’s a tough real situation but I should react and front this toruble now because if not will be really too late. I think that one answer for these questions is: The hope. Let’s do our best and be hopeful that’s what we can do. Don’t be so obsessed about the time because this will only make you feel like a slave of it. Enjoy more your moments, live your happiness and forget for a while the watch hand or if you don't feel capable become its friend. 

"When we are doing what we love, we don't care about the time. For at least at that moment, time doesn't exist and we are truly free" -Marcia Wieder

 Walter Vasconcelos

Editorial - Inside of Me

Hey there,
This is my first real post. This blog will work for me as a kind of "escape valve" to unload all of my feelings and thoughts and to help me remember afterwards how I felt in a specific period of my lifetime.

    So, first of all I would like to make it clear by telling you why I prefer to write this blog all in English. Reason number one: it will be more difficult for strange people who are not close to me to find out about my world and understand my words. Reason number two: I like writing in English because this way I can feel better about myself as a "Walter" that I really would like to be... this only means that I would like to have been born in different situation. More specifically, I would like to have been born in a different culture, with a better economic situation and a good place, rather like Canada, so I can explore who I really am and to bring out the feelings of my heart with no fear of being judged. I feel this way because where I live, people like me are still treated as criminals in a court, acting as bank defendants.
    People who are closer to me already know about my wishes and fears, and they must be sick of my emotional conflicts. So here it is a better place to write about all of this mush and I don’t have to worry about keeping anything inside of me. Should I call this freedom, or just a state of self-sufficiency? I don't know. I still need people’s approval of my opinions so I can expect not to be completely alone in this boat. I think that's enough for the first step of this path...
It's getting late and I should sleep because as a high school student I have to get up very early in the morning. That's my dull routine and I have to put up with that. I'll be back tomorrow probably with fresh mush stuff...

See you soon fellows!
Walter Vasoncelos