I was bored...XD. Don't complain about the language because i read the book in spanish and this is the best i can do. But i give it to you with all my love:) SO NO HATING. With that...

Enjoy.

I have ben thinking lately that there are many things I wish I could have changed. One single action that might have affected the outcome in life.

But then again, I suppose it was never in my power to do anything.

Always moving.

Adapting.

Surviving.

It's what it all came down to in the very end. Since the moment I was born, I was never meant to have the life I wanted and strangely enough, I was fine with it. Throughout journeys and misadventures all I ever learned was that life never gives you anything. People scratching and fighting for what they want and ultimately they simply don't get it or just die, and it was all for nothing. That's how it is.

My mother gave me up for adoption. I love her for it.

People just don't learn until it's too late. Ever since I was little I used to brawl with my siblings-siblings being a vague term. Every single day was a fight; ruckus stretching on forever. There was not enough space, food never left anyone satisfied and we were simply prone to fight for the heck of it. That's what humanity has done to entertain themselves since memory serves. Living around chaos I did really learn that my life was going nowhere: Wether I studied got a job and earned enough money... It would never be enough. The adults that used to take care of us always seemed so broken: It was in their eyes.

When finally I decided to run away it was easier than I thought. I'll admit that there was only one thing I missed; not the familiarity because every place is just the same, and certainly not my supposed friends: I would miss knowing what the future had in store for me. I was comforted by the fact of knowing that when a vicious circle starts all you have to do is let yourself get carried away.

Would that make my mother happy, though?

Not likely. She would have yelled at me into oblivion for throwing away the opportunity she gave me: To learn that life was precious and worthy of living it for as long as you can, to realize that you standing there could be the biggest mistake in your life... and to know that to let go is the biggest proof of love. It's what I'd like to believe, at least. If ever I had a passion in my life, it was for life itself.

TBC?

As I said, I was bored. So i just stopped where i started to NOT feel bored. Maybe i should continue? I dunno XD. I like Lucas's character so maybe when I'm feeling a bit more philosophical i can write something better to continue his introspection:) Of course, if you review supporting this idea I will:)