Our memories, dreams, hopes, past, present and future make us only others, besides other details. But today I will focus on these three premises: the memories, hopes and dreams. My memories are like opening a large trunk that is always full of memories continuously in the background without purpose. Some memories can be filled with dust and cobwebs and if I may say with some rust, these are the oldest memories I have and are at the bottom of my particular trunk that can go from my first day at school when I was three years , through the first communion and endless images and events during my childhood. Other memories are almost pristine, since they are the most recent. Among my memories as well as yours I suppose there is a classification goes like t-shirts is no one to put in any order any other color and any other order one you can think. My memories can be divided into good and bad. The latter, the bad, have been those who accompanied me on a stage in my life, adolescence, which coincided with my entry into the school. Those same unpleasant memories that led me to create this blog, a blog that reflects what I experienced during those years of school, years of hell, full of flavor and an unpleasant without etcs more. But without those memories, without that experience, although it was unpleasant for me, I belong, is a part of my existence in this world. Without those memories would not be who I am now, not if it can be interpreted as good or bad. I think if one is determined to make an unpleasant experience that happened at some point in your life disappear, as if it never existed, failed and you are bound to do the same suffered in the flesh. However unpleasant this may have been, you must leave that memory in your trunk, if you want in the bottom of this, but never forget, turn the page but never delete that page, forgive but never forget. Try that what has hurt you most in this life will become a source of lessons to improve, it may be easy to say. En fin son mis reflexiones personales, reflexiones que se han forjado según han pasado los años, los meses, incluso los días, no tenéis por que compartir mis reflexiones, pero si os convino a pensar sobre este tema, sobre algún hecho desagradable o especialmente doloroso que hayáis vivido, pensar si os a destrozado o por el contrario os a hecho más fuerte. En mi caso la intolerancia vivida, la falta de entendimiento y de escrúpulos que sufrí se a traducido en que por lo menos creo que es así mee halla convertido en alguien que se inclina por la tolerancia, siempre intento comprender a la gente que tengo a mi alrededor y al menos impedir errar mis pasos para no convertirme in all that I suffered.
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