My life in ten years

 
I often wonder how my life will be in ten or twenty years. What job will I be taking? Will I have married? Will I be able to lead the "perfect life" I have always dreamt of?

When I was little, my idea of a perfect life always involved success and wealth. A glamorous life in a big city, a well paid job, a top position in the social hierarchy.

Lately, though, that idea has somehow lost its appeal to me. Instead, I have found myself dreaming of, longing for a life so drastically different from anything I ever imagined, one that months ago I would have ridiculed for how dull it seemed.


A life in the countryside.

Intruder of my own memories

Childhood is, to me at least, the most special time in a person’s life. Childhood is the innocence we once possessed but lost somewhere along the road as we grew older. Childhood is being carefree, being loved unconditionally, and being as unreasonably demanding as we could without anyone having the heart to refuse. Childhood is when we had the most beautiful memories of our lives.

With such sentiments attached to it, childhood always has the power to evoke overwhelming feelings from me every time it crosses my mind. This evening was one of those instances.

More than a victory.

        Last night, Spain won their fifth Davis Cup in history with Rafael Nadal’s phenomenal victory against Juan Martin Del Potro. For me, however, the utmost highlight of the evening was not the splendid performance both players delivered, but rather, what took place both on the spectator bleachers throughout the 4-hour match as well as on the court during the award ceremony.