When science is useful for something more than money

    It is my pleasure present for you a video about an important discovery nowadays. I saw when I was surfing by the net, on facebook, by the way. I started to investigate because I have not usually believed in everything I read and, surprise!! It was true!!

    The point is that a very young boy has discovered a method to detect pancreatic cancer in a quick and cheap way, with a paper sensor!! This guy was only 15 years in that moment and has really given to us an extraordinary gift. I do not know how this awesome revelation will have been taken by pharmatical industry or whatever is being making money with this kind of things.

    I guess is the same with the bulb which never turns off, or the panties which cannot be broken. Gossips we have heard about once at least. Actually, we are round of powerful people’s interest, aren’t we?

http://www.ted.com/talks/jack_andraka_a_promising_test_for_pancreatic_cancer_from_a_teenager.html

This little big  man called Jack Andraka, from Maryland, has shown that more could be done with a bit effort and interest. 

Courage is not the absence of fear

                “Newspaper was not talking about you…” Joaquín Sabina sang, also María Jiménez. News does not say anything about us, we are not important to the media. So, how to deal with the fact that we are not relevant? What is the purpose of our life? Someone commented once that we should be famous in life to live forever. True enough. However, I ask to myself whether this is the reason of my days: being remembering, or being happy.

               This controversy can suppose a big trouble for some people, not me. I know exactly what I prefer. I choose happiness. The thing is… how to get it? I am going to give you some clues, if you do not mind.

• Yourself: who you would like to be. I strongly believe that all of us have a mission to complete before dying. Find yours. You will do if you look into your heart. Watching yourself will reach this knowledge. When you have it, fight to finish it. This is the way you are gazing at the man in the mirror.
• Hobbies: How you do enjoy in your daily routine. Easily, if you do not discover how to get enough time to feel pleasure, just let things happen. Do something for you, so some tasks will be done tomorrow (uups, pity!). Read, fly, go skiing, wander along lost streets, whatever… but do something. Find everyday this moment for you before getting crazy.
• Job: do you really love your job? How do you feel on that? Steve Jobs made an interesting speech where he advised we have to love our way to earn money. Indeed, he does. Do not work in your company whether you are not fulfilling. You might change if you would have the courage of looking forwards.
• Family: in my opinion you have to put a great deal of effort into your relation with them. No matter parents, children, partner… any relatives, even roommates. You must try to get on well with them, no matter what, because of your quietness. Neither proud nor being right are to achieve a good coexistence.

               To conclude, according to the title of this reflection I would like to point that, for sure, courage is not the absence of fear, as Nelson Mandela used to express. All that I mentioned above is about being courageous. Nevertheless, fear is an innate talent. We should feel frightened when we face the facts. In other way, we would never run if we saw a lion. So do not be afraid of changing anything in your life, as much as people try to beat you. Probably it is because of envy, or jealous, or simply they hate you, perhaps they are scared. Please, do not think in anyone when your happiness is in play.

Through the window...

Waiting in a hospital, desperating by unknowledge; just thinking. Maybe the most agonizing moment when you understand nothing at all, you only peer through the window, with a blank stare.

Everything you have considered important until now has disappeared, leaving an empty feeling in your heart. Remember those days when you used to dance with her. Oh, God… she seemed so light. You could hold your wife’s gaze while you were talking to her, she was so brave, so clever… she has always known how to convince you about any point. But now, now she is not able to. Now she is far away from you, she wanders around another world where you will not reach anymore. You only peer at the distant beach landscape. You just gaze at the sea of roofs. Let yourself to stop thinking about. Believe.

No sooner had you gone out of that room, than your life came back. There will be a future for both of you. You are aware of that. Or not. Maybe the possibility of living is not in the Universe’s plan. The fate. Do you really believe in that? Maybe this is the last opportunity to say goodbye. Tell her that you have loved her more than any other person in or out your life. Tell her that she had been the most important woman in your heart. Tell her… or just look into her eyes, frightened, scared, stunned… lost without your sweetie love.

Resources...

I found this website. I hope you like it!

http://lectorvirtual.com/

And I would like to add more...

http://www.synonym.com/

http://www.howjsay.com/ (pronuntiation website)

Anything else but thoughts...

(Put the video on at the end of this writing while you are reading... it is an stimulating soundtrack )

Have you ever asked to yourself what is life about? Where are you going to? How can you move on every time you falled? What is the purpose which keep you at? I wonder if people is preoccupied with that as much as I do.

Taking into account that we have to die some day in the future, we should choose two ways of thinking. We have the possibility to be depressed humans who only stare at Death’s eyes, not enjoying, not crying, just looking at it. Or maybe we could take a peek every moment in life, seize the day, live in a terrible bliss.

Every way you took, the idea is finding the depth of the instant and fulfilling yourself. Joaquín Sabina, Kurt Cobain, Leonard Cohen… Almost great writers and artists try to express this bunch of infuriating feelings without control or sense.

Personally, I strongly believe that life is short, and particular, and extremely amazing. I defend the dream that you must squeeze the juice out of each decision, of each opportunity. Do not be afraid of being rebellious, fight against anything you consider unfair, have courage to be yourself. Actually, no one else would do for you.

Wake up in the morning like this was just your present; act as if the happiness were in your face and body. Gaze at the world with no fear, saunter through your path until the end of your days. 

I would like to give you a desperate song about a man who did not know how to find himself. The original version was written by David Bowie, but I prefer Nirvana, because of the sound of his voice. I hope you enjoy as much as I do…

A Fairy Tale...

Once upon a time, a very beautiful girl, with a very beautiful long hair, beautiful blue eyes, beautiful heart, beautiful soul met a very ugly boy, with a very ugly nose, an ugly personality and ugly manners. They looked each other with curious and fear. Both of them had lived terrible lifes, with a cruel family and a lot of problems with the world. However, she was an optimistic person, who decided once to put up a brave front. He was a pessimistic, he was into the dark. 

Hour by hour, day by day, they were making known each other and they got a real friendship. They played a lot, sharing every thougt, every secret, everything. After that, they obviously falled in love with.

Girl's family did not wish a marriage because he was an ugly man. Boy's family did not accept her into them, because she was so poor that she could not bring anything to their new life. 

One day, after a lot of fights and crying jags, the boy asked to the girl's mother why did she not like him. She said: "You are so ugly that my grands will be horrible. My family is so beautiful... I can not stand it!".  "This is no problem," answered the boy, "We would not like to be parents."

The girl asked then "Why can I not get married with him? I am a pretty girl."

Boy's family replied that she was so poor that she could not help to her husband to feed a new family. So she started to laugh until she cried. "But what's up if we are only two and my love boy has a good work! We will be allrigth!," she shouted. 

With no conviction, both families consented with the union and they got married in summer. 

Because when love is in the middle of two crazies' anybody can stop it. In fact, love is the power of life, the power of heart, the maximun power in the world. If you feel a real love, anybody can stop you. 

In the end of their days, they will have had three daughters and two sons. Surprisingly, they will have been very happy, the children will have been no handsome, no ugly. They will have been normal. They will have no needed money or help from their families. Fortunately, life is the consequence of our thoughts and our actions, and this both knew how to do it well. 

Sincerely, you should strongly believe that you are able to get anything you wanted, if is a real wish.

And this... is the end of a fairy tale, so real than a real situation; so happy as you wanted to do it.

Who am I?

After taking a look at the interesting reading about travellers and tourists written by Kerrin Rousset, I realized that it is so hard being between both terms. My last opinion was the next one:

"The main idea is that, in spite of tourist is a quick, luxury, coward (in order to escape) taker of photographs who seems not to enjoy but see the most part of places that he could, and the traveller is the romantic discover of a deep sense of the area he is visiting, both of terms are equals. No matter who you are or what your name is, but how you enjoy yorself with the country where you are."

However, I have a new doubt about my own reasons. Who am I? Next wednesday I will be flying to Liverpool as a... I don't really know: a tourist or a traveller. So, how could I describe to myself?

I would like to be a traveller. I want to be just one person among the crowd of people over there. Discovering magical places, listening alive concerts, improvising things to do... I dream with exciting experiences there and make some photos which have never made before.

Nevertheless, we should be realistics. I have only four days to stay there. I haven't been yet. Don't you think I will try to visit the more I could in a few days? Even Manchester whether I have the oportunity? Therefore, I 'll probably be a tourist. I'm going to see the main things I should do, and drink how much beer I can afford. And that's it, folks. But I promise that, even without backpack, I will be no suffering there. So... Beatles..., there we go!