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THE NON-BEING SATISFIED MINDSET

I am going to give my point of view about this mindset based on my experience on it during the last two years. I have been living a lot of time believing or waiting for something coming out of the blue and changing my problems. The mistake I have made these years is being a conformist and not caring to improve at all, just doing little things to not be judged. When I found a reason to become better, I started to work on myself and improving in all aspects. So, I began using this mindset because I was having a lot of progress with it. But, the problem of this mindset is the obsession, the effort, and that the results you get, will never be enough because you can always be better. That is why you must enjoy the process of becoming great.

KIRO

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THE STORY

Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to be a magician, but his parents wouldn’t let him. The boy grew up and did not know what to do with his life.

He found a talent contest and he wanted to enter, but his parents wouldn’t let him.

Without them knowing, he signed up.

The day of the contest he left home secretly.

It was his turn to act, and he was very nervous until he saw his grandmother, who was the only one who supported him, she had gone to see him. That gave him enough strength to win the contest and enter in the most prestigious school of magicians in the country.

ZOOKLIFE

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THE STRANGE PRESENCE

It wasn´t the first time I have seen a strange presence in my house. At first, I thought that someone was playing a joke. Because I live next to a school, and I thought that it can be a kid which was playing with his friends. Then, I went outside my house scared and afraid of what it could appear. When I was outside, I thought that it will be my illusions because I could only see what it was just a simple tree. When I came back to my house, I didn´t stay very calm because when I saw it for the first time, it seemed like a person that was looking at me while I was doing homework of math. Then after I was doing homework, I went for a walk with my dog, and all was good anything was strange or different.

DERBI DRD PRO

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THE WORST NIGHTMARE

One night I suddenly woke up because my dog wouldn’t stop crying, I went to see what was happening. I followed the sounds of my dog. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. I started petting him to see if he could calm down, but he didn’t stop crying. I took out my hand and I saw that it was dripping with blood, I screamed, and my father woke up and came running. He saw my hand and calmly turned around and went to sleep. “She’s going to die with a lot of suffering”, I thought. I looked at her and she licked my hand as if to say, “don’t worry, I’ll be fine”. I took her in my arms and opened the door. I didn’t think how late it was, and I ran. I was crossing when I looked to the right, and a beeping car was coming very fast, it was a very loud and uncomfortable noise. Suddenly, I woke up and everything had been a horrible nightmare.

MN

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MY FEAR HAS DIED

For years I have felt that the fear took hold of me, of not knowing what would happen the next day, if his aggressions would go further and I will end in a pine box. Today while I see the coffin coming down, I feel like the fear has disappeared, it has replaced by the happiness of living a life away from him. I can reach those feelings today, making those regrets of having poisoned him, keep quiet.

WILLY WONKA

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8 DE ABRIL DE 2006

Hoy me he despertado como de costumbre, me he duchado, he desayunado y me he preparado para ir a trabajar como siempre he hecho, la única excepción ha sido que hoy prometía ser un día especial.

He llegado al trabajo un poco antes y he aparcado en el sitio que tengo asignado, me he dirigido a mi despacho, no antes sin saludar a mi secretario, y me he sentado en mi silla. Nada más sentarme me he puesto a contemplar la gran manzana mordida que tenía enfrente. En ese mismo momento ha entrado Jorge, mi secretario, y me ha comunicado que el jefe de investigación quería verme. Me he dirigido hacia el laboratorio y me he encontrado a Juan, el jefe de investigación, que me ha comunicado la gran noticia: acababan de inventar la pantalla táctil.

RAMÓN LEFORT

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UNA SONRISA

Cómo se aferraba al madero. Era su punto de apoyo, pero era su carga. Sabía que la única opción de descanso era llevarlo hasta el destino de su trayecto. Cargaba con un bulto que había ido engordando a lo largo de la historia, pasada y futura. Y Él no tenía la culpa.Sólo quedaban cincuenta metros y avanzaba poco a poco como cordero al matadero. Y cuánto sufría, además de ver que, aquellos que antes le aclamaban, ahora eran sus jueces y verdugos. Y pobre cuánto lloraba; no eran lágrimas, sino sangre que brotaba de heridas injustas y se derramaba por sus mejillas.

Un buen hombre, a pesar de ser forzado, le ayudó a cargar esa cruz y entrecruzó una mirada cariñosa con la víctima de esta injusticia. Qué importante esa sonrisa al desanimado. Qué importante.

NICODEMO

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AMOR CONDISIONAL

Si le dijo que sí, le dijo que sí del todo.

―Sí. Sí, sí y otra vez sí.

―Si sí, entonces sí.

¿Para qué más? Si era un sí lleno de vida, un sí chisposo, si era al fin ya tantísimo más que una débil conjetura, si era ya una afirmación ferviente de un sino elegido, constatación férrea abierta a este mosaico de sueños que sí, ahora sí, alcanzarían.

Y rompió, con sinceridad singular, el silencio, como quien silba con sinuosidad lo que sale directo de la sien, añadiendo a su aparente afirmación absoluta:

― Que el «si» condicional y el «sí» afirmativo se sirvan de una sola y simple sílaba y tengan los mismos sonidos y letras, no es casualidad, cariño.

AFIRMACIÓN

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DESENCUENTROS

Después de tres horas caminando, llegó a un campo que se extendía más allá de donde alcanzaba su vista. Saltó un pequeño muro de piedra que parecía a punto de derrumbarse y se sentó con las piernas cruzadas. Arrancó una margarita. La deshojó mientras miraba hacia el horizonte, donde otro hombre deshojaba una margarita mientras miraba hacia el horizonte, donde a su vez había otro hombre que deshojaba una margarita mirando hacia el horizonte… En ese mismo momento, ella, que creía que él volvería pronto, se cansó de esperar. Él nunca llegó a saber si ella lo quería o no.

ESTRELLA FUGAZ

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LA PRADERA

Una hermosa pradera verde se extendía ante mí. El viento golpeaba mi vestido blanco y mis pies descalzos sentían la hierba decorada con flores de mil y un colores. Una melodía empezó a sonar como si fuera un susurro y como si me llamara la empecé a seguir, caminaba sin rumbo, guiada por la sonata hasta que llegue al lado de una mujer con el rostro borroso. No sabía quién era aquella mujer pero tampoco era una desconocida, me dejé acunar en sus brazos y de ella una suave voz emergió emitiendo una canción. El momento fue interrumpido por un fuerte trueno que indicaba que una tormenta se acercaba, la mujer me dijo al oído unas palabras que solo entendíamos ella y yo. Ella se empezó a alejar de mí y todo se volvió menos nítido hasta que me vi envuelta en mis sabanas azules.

SASURI