The real McCoy
Once in a lifetime you can turn around and say you've walked a long hard road, side by side with the best. Many things come back to you in that brief moment of retrospection: Ghosts, whispers, songs and even the twilight of an age gone past. Your age has come to pass.
Now a new age has begun, where you are in control of what is to come. Such is life...when you dive into the waters.
As you can guess, a lot of things have happened in a small space of time. I finally left my blog at hi-5 and of course blogger. I never really cared for comments anyways. My friend and professor Igor Valiente Gomez has left his grass roots in the faculty of engineering, after almost 14 years of hard toil. He handed the torch of wrapping up the details of my thesis to another teacher (who was once a member of my generation). In doing so, I had to go see him and meet Rodrigo (the new teacher), walking through what seems centuries of old school halls.
These are the ghosts of retrospection.
Halls that echoed far more distant promises. Once I was promised that I would know what love is, that I would always feel at home and yet another was that I would never feel alone. The thing is...you never stop growing.
These are the whispers
I've almost always enjoyed every new epoch of my life, even if it had little to do with my prospects for the future. Instead of the love that I was lusting since childhood, I got companionship. Instead of a home, I found myself a world that doted the endless void that is the whole universe. You never stop growing, but neither does the rest of the world.
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