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no hay nada que hablar no hay nada que discutir.
lo lamento.
si yo tb lo lamento.

el tiempo vuela
no tengo mas tiempo para dar
el tiempo no espera a nadie
el tiempo cura todas las heridas
lo que todos queremos es mas tiempo
tiempo para levantarse tiempo para crecer.
tiempo para dejar ir.
tiempo.

el cuerpo es un esclavo de sus impulsos
pero lo que nos hace humanos
es lo que podemos controlar
despues de la tormenta despues de apuro despues de que el calor del momento paso
podemos calmarnos y limpiar la cagada que dejamos
podemos tratar de dejar lo que fue
y de nuevo.

la realidad es que el dolor esta ahi para decirnos algo
y hay tanto placer que podemos tomar sin sentir dolor
quizas algunas fantasias solamente deben vivir en nuestros sueños.


y la culpa
lo que haces con esa culpa esta en ti
nos dejan opciones
pero puedes
o lo que la culpa te deja por lo que te metio en el problema
o aprender de la culpa y aprender lo que sakes.


hay tiempo en que todos incluso los mejores tienen problemas con el compromiso
y podemos ser sorprendidos por los compromisos que estamos dispuestos a dejar ir
el compromiso es complicado
podemos sorprendernos por los compromisos que estamos sispuesto a tomar
el verdadero compromiso necesita sacrificio
por lo que algunas veces tenemos que aprender a la forma dificil a elegir nuestros compromisos


la mayoria de las heridas estan mas adentro de lo que podemos imaginar
no las puedes ver
y tb estan las heridas que nos toman por sorpresa
l verdad con cualkier tipo de herida es buscar adentro y encontrar la causa del daño
y cuando la encuentras tratar de curarla.




Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Intimacy is a four syllable word for, "Here's my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy." It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. Intimacy also comes attached to the three R's... relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know.







I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope...

Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?

Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

Surgeons are control freaks. With a scalpel in your hand, you feel unstoppable. There's no fear, there's no pain. You're ten-feet tall and bulletproof. And then you leave the OR. And all that perfection, all that beautiful control, just falls to crap.

The key to surviving a surgical internship is denial. We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.


Four hundred years ago, another well-known English guy had an opinion about being alone. John Donne. He thought we were never alone. Of course, it was fancier when he said it. "No man is an island entire unto himself." Boil down that island talk, and he just meant that all anyone needs is someone to step in and let us know we're not alone. And who's to say that someone can't have four legs. Someone to play with or run around with, or just hang out.

When you were a kid, it was Halloween candy. You hid it from your parents and you ate it until you got sick. In college, it was the heavy combo of youth, tequila and well, you know. As a surgeon, you take as much of the good as you can get because it doesn't come around nearly as often as it should. 'Cause good things aren't always what they seem. Too much of anything, even love, is not always a good thing.

Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.

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ciertamente todo esta muy mal,
de nuevo.
pero esta vez sé que no ha sido mi culpa.
me carga estar metida en un hoyo del cual no puedo salir.
extraño el invierno,
cuando hacia frio y todo estaba mejor.
me cargan las injusticias,
no quiero que llegue la noche
y tener que responder por consecuencias de actos que no son mios,
yo queria desaparecer este verano,
carretiar hasta morir,
recorrer chile,
pero... no se podrá.
en fin.
ojala que año nuevo, vida nueva.

no quiero estar mas enojadacon el mundo,
quiero paz y tranquilidad
plena.
asi de simple.
quiero sonreir y llorar,
no llorar y esar enojada todo el tiempo.
no quiero cosas asi de malas.
no quiero achacarme nunca mas.
y punto.