We Are All Capable Of Achieving Whatever

Writing Means Sharing. It's Part Of The Human Condition To Want To Share Things - Thoughts, Ideas, Opinions.

In The Southern Hemisphere, Covering The Christmas Tree With Fake Snow Even Though Winter Has Nothing To Do With The Birth Of Christ.

This Was The Kiss I Had Waited For So Long - A Kiss Born By The River Of Our Childhood, When We Didn't Yet Know What Love Meant. A Kiss That Had Been Suspended In The Air As We Grew, That Had Traveled In The World In The Sovenier Of A Medal, And That Had Remained Hidden Behind Piles Of Books. A Kiss That Had Been Lost And Now Was Found. In The Moment Of That Kiss Were Years Of Searching, Disillusionment And Impossible Dreams.

The Lord Often Has His Prophets Climb Mountains To Converse With Him. I Always Wondered Why He Did That, And Now I Know The Answer: When We Are On High, We Can See Everything Else As Small. Our Glory And Sadness Lose Their Importance. Whatever We Conquered Or Lost Remains There Below. From The Heights Of The Mountain, You See How Large The World Is, And How Wide Its Horizons.

We Are All Pilgrims In Search Of The Unknown.