[sometimes] even the bridges that you burn...

... can be mended, if [only] you [can find a way to] trust your heart

the best thing on getting lost...

... is finding your way back

it is only now that i feel that the wounds are starting to heal...

what is there beyond your dreams?...

[...and where do dreams come from?]

i still haven't found what i'm looking for

zen philosophy says that once you stop looking for what you earn so much, your greatest desire will find you [i stopped looking…]

true love [?]

true love lasts forever
and is unconditional.
anything else,
just isn't...

it's time to drop all the masks...

... they haven't brought anything good so far

epilogue

after all is said and done, i.e. when all loose ends are tied up, the story must end, unless of course, the end of the story is used as the seed of a sequel, teasing the reader to jump into a completely new story, where only the characters and the lessons learned are the same.

if these rules are not met, the author may risk babbling into pointless directions, leaving the reader with a sensation of frustration and wasted time, and what could have been a great story gets a very bitter taste ...

[...but then again, that may be exactly what the author intended in the first place.]

human (II)

it matters not how far you reached,
nor how wealthy you got.
the cars, houses and money you owned,
the things that you saw
the problems that you solved
and the land and places that you changed
holds no value at all
the only thing that really matters
are the lifes that you touched
the people that you loved
and the truth in your heart

value investor

in the [pseudo] complex world of high finance, there is the common knowledge that in order to invest, you need to “enter” (i.e. buy) a position (i.e. investment) when it’s low (i.e. cheap), and “exit” when it’s high (i.e. expensive). investors call this phenomenon ‘riding the waive’.

the real talent in order to do so is to find those precise moments when to take a position [or when to leave], when there is a firm belief that whatever you’ll be doing will turn out to be good, to yield a good return.

some investors believe in gut feeling, entering an investment just because they like it, they “feel” it is going to be the next best thing close to winning the lottery [some go even further, saying that it better than…]. others believe that there are some strange and mystic forces that drive everything in the universe, including investments, and they dedicate their life in trying to predict the movements of a tick in a computer screen, based on the exact same pattern they saw in the year 1967, and that must mean something. some others don’t have a clue, and they choose whatever the flavour of the month is: “if everyone is doing it, i surely won’t be the last in line …”

and finally we have the value investor. these are the most cunning and thorough of them. they respect the market and their players. they choose pretty well their targets, devoting time, patience and all available resources to decide their move: get in, get out or do nothing. the basic principle behind this strategy is only to be part of investments that have perceivable [and understandable] future value: that have significant upside potential. keeping an ever vigilante spirit, and humbleness [they know that there are always people smarter, stronger and more informed] they reassess their options and actions continuously.

although they look at everything with a cold eye and mind, they have an enormous passion for it, and are extremely disciplined.
they get in and get out, only when they perceive true value add [or the absence of it].

[the most important thing is that] it matters not if they are winning or loosing, value is something that is quite perceptible [and tangible] to them. they’ll enter and exit a party at their own timing. not a minute sooner, nor a minute later. even when everyone thinks it is only getting good, even when it blows up in their face.

changes

the final journey [of this chapter] begins, what is waiting on the other side?

memories

nostalgia is a treacherous thing: it may fool us to think that things weren’t that bad [nor either that great]

i may not have a clue to where i'm heading...

... but my heart has never been more clear

paths to nowhere

no matter which course you take, which path you choose to follow, in the end the only thing that is of any worth and that will fulfill you, are the lifes you touched and the people you loved

does your path have a heart?

you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. to have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. only then will you know that any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you to do.

but your decision to keep on the path or to leave it must be free of fear or ambition.
i warn you. look at every path closely and deliberately. try it as many times as you think necessary. then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question.

this question is one that only a very old man asks. my benefactor told me about it once when i was young, and my blood was too vigorous for me to understand it. now i do understand it. i will tell you what it is: does this path have heart?

all paths are the same: they lead nowhere.
they are paths going through the bush, or into the bush.

in my own life i could say i have traversed long, long paths, but i am not anywhere.
my benefactor's question has meaning now. does this path have heart?

if it does, the path is good;
if it doesn't, it is of no use.
both paths lead nowhere; but one has heart, the other doesn't.
one makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it.
the other will make you curse your life.

one makes you strong; the other weakens you.

Carlos Castañeda in "the teachings of Don Juan"

i never felt lonely ...

... until i fallen in love

and some people.... dance

funny thing about coming home,
you notice how things look the same,
smell that same
feel the same,
people are the same,
they tell you the same stories,
and talk about the same places,
it is then that you realize
that you’ve changed

too much air conditioning...

... fosters all of swine flu paranoia [and phobia]

analyse

if i’d analyse too much the sky,
i would say that the atmosphere is about 70% of nitrogen and 30% of oxygen, which along with some other gases, create a film that scatters light, affecting mostly the longer wave length light, hence the colour blue all day long, and that when the angle of the sunlight is sharper, the shorter wave length light fills in the sky, hence the reddish and orange colours at sunrise and sunset…

if i’d analyse too much the sky,
i’d miss all its beauty, presence and spirit,
i’d never dream nor travel with the clouds in an ocean of blue
and i’d never fall in love in a sunset, nor
proclaim my vows and promises at sunrise,
committing unto a life lasting happiness

if i’d analyse too much the sky,
i’d never use my heart to guide me,
using only reason and intelligence to see,
i’d never trust nor care for anyone,
since everyone would always fail and be short on what i sought,
i'd would not allow it to touch my soul,
cleaning and closing all wounds,
and bringing hope and dreams in a new day.
i’d feel empty and hollow,
and would always fear of tomorrow

...

i need to cure my childish obsession on love...