During a cold afternoon of December while I was walking around one of my favourite parks in Madrid, at the same time as the sunset was occurring, I felt as if time stopped, as everything around me froze. At that moment I realised how  each existing delicate thing around me will always come to an end; just as all of those …. coloured leaves that were falling, from each of the hanging branches of trees around me, due to the change of season. Everything has it’s own story, that goes through each of their paths. Now, personally I will tell you my own.

Firstly, thinking about the word life; how would you you define it?

I will probably descry it with a simile, in reference to what a tree is; as the perfect definition for growth. It just goes through many different seasons in which something changes on it as time goes by. Besides, when the end is near to come its leaves start falling and get pulled somewhere else one by one slowly until there are no more left to get lost in the wind.

My life until now has been a crazy circle, moving from place to place, leaving from Spain to France; France to Spain; and Spain to Saudi Arabia, where I would have never imagined to be living in. Going from place to place has made me realise two important things, nobody is ever gonna be the same and that, we all have different experiences to share; we all live in parallel universes that are connected in some way.

Just like in a tree, each of its branches are attached to a same common trunk; which help them to stay in place and help them grow. My family, have always been firmly hold together in no matter which circumstances, but this has only been possible through love to each other. Even if this branches have been hard to hold together at some point (thinking about it, every family have their small fights, tension moments…) but I have to mention that no matter what circumstance life have expose us to, we will be able to keep our branches together. But…What is a tree without leaves? Just the same as a life without choices.

Can you imagine a life without having to take decisions, I can’t, because all the selections I’ve made in my life until now have taken part of the path I’m following. Besides they will influence my future. Choices such as, which ones are my friends, what languages should I learn, if something benefits me or not, as well as other personal affairs. All of those decisions have helped me to grow up as a person and have benefit my life. I don’t have to forget mentioning that some of my choices have gone wrong or not as good as I’ve expected.

In brief this can be as the story of my life, which has flown in between salty sea smells, or run in crowded sound streets and flown throughout fresh mountain air in which cold dew mornings were always there. A life that has much to go through, and much expecting to came. This is why we should tell ourselves...

"LIFE IS A STORY,

WHAT DOES MINE  SAY?"