Life is only one, there is no repetition, there are no second chances, there is no way to rewind the tape, time goes by and the clock never stops ... We can not stop, life always continues, advances, continues, advances and if we get distracted, we do not realize it and he left and we see that there is no way to recover-what ... Living, what is living? What is the meaning of life? What are we here for? Who brought us? Who will take us? a million and a half questions without answers and while we try to find them life goes ... We can go the whole life trying to find the answer of a single question and not find it, we can dedicate ourselves to that or decide to live in some way either being part of the big family of sheep led by the idiot box or being the old gossip of the neighborhood, it is a profession that requires a lot of dedication or to look for someone to imitate or leave the easy way and be an individual and unique being and have an OWN IDENTITY.
To have your own identity you have to make decisions, it seems easy however it is not, because those decisions will be made individually, without taking into account what others think or think, and that is the heart of the matter, because the vast majority of human beings consider important what others think or think to the extent that they base their lives on trying to please everyone and that causes them in the long run a great emotional exhaustion and a feeling of infinite emptiness.
Having your own identity requires a lot of work, you have to have a determined and firm character to not be affected by the attacks of society to see your way of dressing, talking and interacting, an independent being in every way is almost a weirdo , someone who really does not care what others think of your tastes to the degree that they do not even bother to say: I do not care what they think, because if someone says that is because if they care, a person the one who does not care what others think does not wear out thinking about whether they care or not. I am a being with my own identity, it is fun and liberating, dressing as you please, without following fashions, only buying what you like is extremely pleasant, reading the books that call your attention and saying whether you like it or not.
Take into account previous studies or analyzes of said work. listen to the music you like according to the mood you have without worrying about being classified as strawberry, rocker, punk, naco, intellectual, who cares, it does not matter, you will enjoy your music because that's what it is, go to the sites that you like because you like them not because they are fashionable, eat what you want and not what they consider nice, fuck, nothing more tasty than a plate of beans with flour tortillas and cheese, they do not ask anything to the lasagna or the fine cut of meat, a cold beer well frozen and not champagne, sweat tacos instead of Italian pasta, documentaries instead of churro novels, be free to choose what you want, not be labeled or the only label that they can put it to you: it's very strange, the day my mother said to me: I do not know, it's just that you are very rare I knew that I was a being with an identity of my own.
And you have to maintain that identity forever, nothing and no one should take away that identity, we do not have to change to know someone to look good, because we can pretend to be something that we are not to please and when we want to leave that disguise the catastrophe happens, the The person we fall in love with pretending to be otherwise stops us from wanting to see our true identity, so the ideal is always authentic so that they will love you for who you are and not for what you seem to be.
On the other hand, who loves you must accept you as such, otherwise it means that he does not really love you, you are only the visual mold that he wants to fill with the characteristics required for his own taste. Own identity synonymous with freedom and independence, spiritual peace and self-love, I will always remain the same, my essence will never go away and will only die when I stop breathing ...