The other day I was thinking: "What is the one thing that has defined me throughout the years, since I was little?" It didn’t take long to answer. It’s my ability to stand up against fear and swim toward it, even while being terrified of every possibility.
Finalmente aprendí a reconocer cuando mi mente me necesita. Y la quiero escuchar, la quiero rescatar.
My mind is a jungle. Thoughts are insects, leaping from place to place. Anxiety is the hunter.
The world does not need more trash. It would be selfish of us to create without conscience—a sin I’ve committed before, and one I’m not exempt from committing again. But how can we avoid producing disposable, smelly shit?
Si el poder de Dios es real, entonces vive en las almas de aquellos que pudiendo ceder ante la naturaleza humana endeble y egoísta, deciden hacer el bien.
Benjamín Cedeño 