The little box of memories

Every summer I go to Madrid. The city where I spent my childhood years and my twenties. My last trip was different from all the others. It felt like Fall had taken over my soul as Isabel Ayende put it in an interview. Most of her life her soul felt like Summer, but since the […]

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It’s youth’s time. Let’s lead by example.

It’s not our time anymore. It’s youth’s time. We have failed them miserably and even more when we don’t, as adults, send them a message of hope, letting them know that there may be a brighter future and that they are the change. We cannot cry, complain and only allow them to see the dark […]

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Why do we become more solemn as we age?

When I was much younger I wondered why older people seemed grimmer, smiled less, and often were party poopers. You went to them with your youthful excitement to tell them your latest endeavor, yet you were not greeted in kind but were offered instead words of caution.

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We will always be clueless

Youth, that time we now wish we had known better. If we could only go back in time and change, tweak some things, we believe we would have done better. However, even now, at an older age, with all we know, we are still groping in the dark looking for answers. 

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Mistakes, time and youth.

When we are young we make mistakes as we keep making them throughout our lives. Yet the difference lies in that when we are young the margin to correct those mistakes and learn from them is wider. It’s a question of the time we have left.

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The power of a handwritten letter by a kid.

In this age, nobody writes long hand anymore, especially youth. An e-mail gets through fast, avoiding a lot of hassle, but some still choose to go the handwritten way. You’d think those letters would come from my generation or the earlier one. Kids use paper less and less if at all.

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