Destination(short-story)
It is a field, a place, a circumstance or perhaps a memory that does not invade to collide our world with something totally different from our reality because sometimes we are so unlimited to the reflection that we follow a indirect paradigm ready to decipher each point of uncertainty at each stop with the aim of turning our world upside down losing the illusion of a perfect plan playing at our convenience where we try to find the answer to each unknown why so many hostile events have occurred to fix our presents in an effective way without losing any stitch point in our new walk where obstacles are not so heavy just light with the kind of inertia that prevails in our physical and emotional stability playing cards in their favor allowing us to be an eagle as we set out on our path that is made up of protection measures and at the same time traps that we must face by getting ahead without you eclaiming so much hardness in each one because it helps us in one way or another to be predetermined in what we are able to achieve and endure during the follow-up of this crazy future to forge in a wide spectrum of social welfare.
But they won't believe me! it changes to such a point that it bristles the skin catalyzing each mouth of us allowing us to see the other side of the coin supporting each spine in order to reach the goal, involving ourselves in the changes proposed from the beginning giving way to a new destination where the only concern is to be authentic, sublime and very strong when making the decision to rethink everything starting from scratch giving way to a change in its entirety to improve our well-being allowing us to exalt our souls by touching a little madness with our fingers feeding on our adversity giving it an unexpected turn of satisfaction seeing us flow like water at certain moments lived together in an impulse to desperately change our destiny.
