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But why can not we just agree not to agree? No doubt many have improved our daily tasks, but others may be unnecessary. 4 of 5 To sleep like a log all night long, just go to bed soon, but always with a suitable mattress. Answer our question today... How often should the mattress be renewed? The names can say a lot about our personality and even some are more suggestive than others... Can a name make the person more attractive? So how can something so "bad" be so, but so good? Best answer: I'll stop following your question. Let us now give the example of people living in a country where there is a lot of hunger, why are they still living? They reach adulthood in the same deplorable conditions, but they continued to live like this until the end of their lives. greetings Best answer: I wish they could govern the first economic powers in the world, they would be more aware of taking care of and protecting the environment and the family, and not spending large sums of money to buy unnecessary weapons. If Amito becomes, in the president of Mexico 2018- xyzx? Will I be egaged or is my mother-in-law wrong? 13 responses · Married and Divorced · 20 hours ago Click to see the next set of questions! Load a file of more than 100 x 100 pixels. We are having some problems, try again. You can only upload photos under 5 MB. You can only upload videos under 600 MB. You can only upload a photo or a video. You can only upload a photo or a video.
It is not new news for anyone that a man of my age, and in my condition, is in the perfect restlessness of the one who has come to crumble like the flowers that did not end up seducing; every time they were not made of the light by an unsuspected caprice. I have the feeling, on those nights, that my soul and the old spirit that accompanies me are also prostrate, with the compassionate and repulsive look on my present self. These insomnia are the result of my perceptual delay, my mental disability to achieve the balance of the things that abound. When I open the half-closed eye of the curtains, the blackness of my ill-fated night escapes towards the street and it is necessary for me to close my eye again, like someone lowering the lid of the toilet after returning dinner. There is a dam between the whole and what I am, made of interruption and onanism. There is an incomplete whole, made of artificial pleasure. The mediocre aroma of fruits that have been cut unripe and that today manifest as useless bones and seeds. The night kept and revolted in immovable walls, like black walnut, like an inert apple, like naked flesh without the eve of sin. Daily life in this world is the repeated history of fright. Then it dawns and I continue with the screwdriver in my hand, immersed in the failure of not being able to unscrew the night, or discover the mechanisms that make possible the movement in a row of my neurons, which open like repeated passages where the dendrites cross to make me fall. Because all insomnia are one thought: I can not sleep and I am tied to my life so detached from life. You well know that this lethargy does not end when the sun rises. He knows that looking at the flower in the morning is feeling unable to understand the yellow ramifications within the white petal. Those plastic remains that disguise as light the night that follows inside. Suddenly I can be at the apex of a building, filling my lungs with absurd smoke. I get to see that they unravel, tear at great speed. All those gestures I know, I appear oblivious to them, standing in a corner, finishing smoking. To walk is to haunt the particles that inhabit a bubble or a huge drop of plasma. But if it is touched and we become part of it then we will go through again, without it being united in a special way to other people. It's carnival day, I'm standing, without participating in it, under the canopy of a beer sales business. Carnival is not something improvised, it is an order that disguises the secret and makes it accessible, not savage, acceptable. Everyone seems to be the same, except the masked ones that are unreality. I, along with the other people who come to see, I am an outsider to the cheerful march of those who dance. We are not the carnival when we are going to witness the carnival. In fact it is wrong to say that we are going to carnival if we do not paint our faces, or we do not put on a suit. And witnessing things like this is the same as sitting in a bar listening to the talks of men as distant as shadows: You are my dog today, tomorrow I will be your dog. To walk is only to change the walls that trap us and distribute ourselves in the eternal confinement of the world. The alleys that give to some bakery, to some liquor store, perhaps to the house of your parents, or to the great gallery of the mutilations. The alleys that keep rags with flesh and blood inside. The bricks of the days piled up in the moonlight, acting as corridors for the sensual cats that only seek to catch, to catch up to death: the only real way out of certain cities. It is Ash Wednesday and the garbage has been swept away, it lies in the broken tambos, in the vacant lots, on the outskirts of the scar that surrounds us. Because we inhabit the lament, and the blood clotting becomes impossible if we do not sit for a while to be silent and wait for those people who have left us with the possibility of achieving the immobile and perfect love that is nostalgia, melancholy. We stand in line, waiting for the exit of the last alley, repentant and with the dead scar of ashes in the highest flesh of our bodies. It is said that behind things there are other things. So it may be that the house I live in is the house of another, in another time. When I talk about my house, I talk about the bowls that form the curves of my flesh, attached to the rustling substance of my bones. I am sure that this body is not mine and that my walk is a crowd wanting to besiege the metropolis. This question goes through the heads of people who have learned that Conacyt is giving up support for students of various master's programs across the country. Some think that "one should not receive a salary for studying". Others think that, after all, you can choose to work and study at the same time. Others suggest that financing can be sought in the private sector, and there are even those who think that the Mexican state can not afford to spend public money on student support. In my opinion, these positions denote certain prejudices that have about those who choose to study a graduate.
Loneliness seems to be one of the stigmas of this society and people flee from it as from the plague. However, feeling loneliness is not the same as being alone. I will not deny that traveling alone there are lazy moments in which you can miss a little company, but usually I have never felt alone. If I can go with someone with whom I know there is a good relationship, I do not disdain it. I just think that "Better alone than badly accompanied" is a maxim to record on fire in the lintel of your house. Traveling brings out the worst in ourselves; they are 24 hours out of 24 out of your environment, subjected to constant changes, new and unexpected sensations. You move in unknown territory and you receive continuous stimuli in every way. And there is no human body that can endure that without ever breaking out. Just as there are friends to go for drinks, there are friends to travel: always few and very few. And they are never the ones you expected. Let the hand raise who has not been a disappointment once to verify that a friend or friend of the soul changed completely during a trip. We are Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde at the same time. And traveling always leaves Mr. Hyde once we are all inside. I like to travel alone because: -I have independence; I do not have to adjust to schedules or tastes of anyone. My advice: if you can travel with someone close, do it. But never stop fulfilling a dream because you do not have a companion or traveling companion. Everyone is able to travel alone or alone at some time. And it is also an enriching experience. Fear is only a barrier that puts us in a society where being alone seems a sign of personal failure. Just choose the right place and to avoid danger, put in the suitcase a little more common sense. The family I was staying with found out it was my birthday. And secretly they prepared a cake for me not to celebrate it alone. Moments like that justify everything else. I recommend India, although I do not know if at the moment it is the best. It is incredible that of people who know each other, the places you get to see, the proximity to the local population. It is quite an experience, although you have to plan well. In fact I would say that considerably less than for anything else. With several of my best friends I would be unable to make a trip because I know we would inevitably crash. There is my 'lonely traveler'. I have to agree with you and define it very well. I always travel alone and I've been doing it for many, many years. In between a not very pleasant experience: I traveled in company to Senegal. Live your dissatisfaction, not that of others. I almost always travel alone and enjoy a lot. Traveling alone makes you open your mind, be alert, be open to meet different people and other ways of understanding life. My long experience in travel "accompanied" has led me to meditate a lot on the subject. Many times the biggest problems were in the bubble and not in the trip itself. But you have to look for the positive part even to those experiences, you learn to handle yourself in the swings and increase the level of tolerance. I already consider myself 'expert' in the matter of enjoying a trip even if the company has turned me upside down. A long solo trip is my pending dream. He spent the night in shelters, and in one of those shelters at dinner time, which usually was done alone. Right now I'm planning to go to Peru, from Uruguay, just looking for nothing. I want to see me surprised in the trip. I do not find your trip through Peru in the blog, could you send me the link? I could use some tips of places. I send you a hug. Right now I'm planning to go to Peru, from Uruguay, just looking for nothing. I want to see me surprised in the trip. I do not find your trip through Peru in the blog, could you send me the link? I could use some tips of places. I send you a hug. My greatest pleasure in this life is traveling and knowing cultures, trying to feel what it feels anywhere on the planet. You have to live it pq enriches enormously. And I wanted to add something else, even in dangerous situations, the fear is less when one travels alone. Normally everything is fine, it helps me focus and discover things, sometimes small sometimes big. For this occasion I chose a small tour of Europe. I have returned before my time. I do not feel bad about it, I do not know what happened to me, but I came down and I could not continue. I just hope that I am not afraid now and rethink my solo travels. What reason do you have as almost always!! The only thing that I do not agree with other comments and the post is in the interaction with people; It is not easy for me and it is rare for me to relate more than functional and operational. I miss it, but not so much, it's enough to observe. Every time I am more convinced, of course, that going alone I perceive and assimilate much more. In addition, you are more aware of everything, you appreciate it more and it helps you to wake up. you get used to it and do not want to count on anyone for more trips!!!! You know I've been around a lot followed by solitary nomadeo and I had never felt so free, I had known myself so much nor had I experienced that cure of humility, in short, a dream that I do not want to wake up. In addition, you are only when you want, because when you leave the monotony of everyday life and you face new places and people each day, the relationship with others is more open and natural. And I do not know why strange conjunction of I do not know what elements often cross in your way soulmates with which to share a few minutes, a few hours or even a few days. to judge, you have to start by trying, do not you think? Then you always know someone during the trip to alleviate those loneliness, but being a mother I have become a social being. And being accompanied does not close the world, at least at certain ages, the children are fascinated to meet people and stick the thread with everyone. I enjoy it very much, although I also enjoy traveling with like-minded friends, but finding them is extremely difficult. As always, I agree with much of what you say about it. I have never done it and the truth is that it gives me a little bit of meddling. I subscribe to 100% the pros of traveling alone. I also wore the blanket to my head and took two months in Brazil, heading south. Traveling alone forces you to meet local people, which makes the trip more complete. And if you go alone it is also easier to be welcomed by couchsurfing. I hope we coincide in Patagonia. My only solo trip, and independently, went to Vietnam many years ago. And it was a fantastic experience, I was a great sponge and people approached me more than on any other trip. As you say, you should never stop fulfilling a dream because you do not have a travel companion. A month ago I fulfilled my dream of making a trip alone, I went to Israel and I assure you that it is the most successful decision I have made in my life. It was a real surprise to see how it was a kind of magnet for people, I went alone but I never felt alone. Now I consider taking some time to travel and go to Asia a few months. We have been seeing each other for more than 4 years and when we are together we are doing very well but it is increasingly difficult for me to "endure" this situation. I think the best way to meet someone is traveling. The environment is perceived more clearly by going alone. There are trips to make them alone and others in company. Finally I decided to leave them behind and spend the last two days of my trip on my own, and it was just the best part of the trip: I saw what I wanted to see, at the time I wanted. Something very similar happened to me in my birthday this year. Not because I do not want them to accompany me, but because I have some strange holiday dates and my friends are not very for the work. And I can say that there are bad times, but thanks to that I have known people and wonderful places around the world. This February I will travel for the first time accompanied, with a very good friend. And I'm a bit scared because I do not know if London will take our friendship or reinforce it. So, I can not talk about experience, I can only imagine what it is like. The reason is that traveling alone does not seem very pleasant, at least when you have the possibility to go on vacation with your family, your boyfriend or your friends. I think it's more fun to travel with people you know, with whom you feel good. Do not get me wrong: I think there are many advantages to traveling alone. It seems to me that you find other people more easily and that you learn more about the local culture. So, I'm convinced that it's very interesting, probably more interesting than traveling with people you know, but it's not ideal for me. I think you have to be social, pleasant and flexible all the time, also when you do not feel very well or when you are tired. I like to share the experience of a trip with other people. It is possible to tell some stories and show photos after the trip, but it is best to participate in the trip. It is not possible to travel with all your friends, it is necessary know them well and have good agreements and have the same goals. Also a trip with friends is good to improve friendship. Traveling alone can be a sublime experience. Everywhere people come and give you friendship or help. Traveling alone demands more you must be much more alert but the reward is endless. Traveling with friends is more fun if you have a related group. If not better avoid the trip since you can end up fighting. It is important to travel once alone will help us to know more and stop being dependent. I never felt alone, because I interacted with the locals. He did what he wanted, at the time he wanted. As you have said very well, the one who travels only has 5 senses turned on and, for that reason, it seems that he lives more the moment. Thanks for your blog, it encourages you to travel alone, certainly.
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