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A MATTER OF TIME.

Time is everybody’s best friend and nemesis, he’s our healer but he’s the one who tears us apart, he sets us free but he chains our bodies to a stone that we can barely carry. Time is our lender and collector, he makes funny of all our debts, our dreams and expectations. Time is merciful but he’s full of anger. He eases our pain while he punishes us with regret and frustration. Time is life, a path measure by seconds, minutes and hours all in a countdown to death. No matter how beautiful and peaceful time would seem he doesn’t forget. If you mess with him, he will charge you. Time is worthless because we can't measure him by dollars, but he’s precious because once he’s gone he never comes back and he knows it that’s why he likes to tease us at midnight, he finds a way to get in our heads to make his sound rumble in our minds, in our memories in the past and what’s worse in our future. Our life period it’s counted by time, our goals are set in years, our happiness comes by hours and our sadness by years. We live with our necks hanging onto a rope, we are stuck and embraced by his hands, it’s a circle which we will never be able to get out. Time’s my friend, he has given me all what I want but he isn’t cheap. As much he gives as much he takes, time takes our life, our friends all the things that we love and he left us with sadness. He is a keeper, he likes to collect faces and he keeps them in a box then he puts them in his body. He gives us a place where we are supposed to stay. We are not approved to go further but, we can just run out of it. Time’s our father and we love him, we count all his actions and as a goodness we worship him because he deserves it, he has won our love and devotion he has shown us that he’s capable of everything and anything to keep us satisfied and no matter how much some of us complain about time, I love him because I understand him, and his actions. He gives us sense as well as he takes it off, he takes our memories, our faces, happiness, identities no by pleasure but, necessity time measure us because he knows how much we can dwell, and we can suffer. But who does that for him.? He’s endless and we are so worth to him that he saves us in his core in his corpus and his sense. What would he be without us? I love time for what he is but I hate him but what he does to us but overall for what he does to himself.

Andrés  Colonia Vidal

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My journey as a language learner.

I realized we all are travelers since the moment we are born, because life itself is a journey from cradle to grave, some of us are born without a compass to follow and we make ours paths through branches.

My journey began 5 years ago I never thought that I would choose learning languages as my professional career. I had always loved  languages but it was a hobby for me not a must. What I was really into was arts, but I never took the ship that sailed in that direction. Long time ago, I met a professor who made me think about it, who made me see Learning English as an interesting way to live and an endless way. At age of 15 I was always wondering if I was good at something. And I hesitated a lot before sailing because I knew how complicated it was going to be. I’m not an adventurer who throws himself into unknown lands. I wasn’t always victorious and I’m sure I will never be. I took a ship full of hopes, dreams and expectations and I went to the ocean.

The first years of my journey were difficult to face. People usually have a destination or a point of arrival, but in my case I did not have a set finishing line, only a desire to be. That was the reason why I was always asking for directions. Without pier close and very distant from any land, I could see a dock far away from where I was. In this dock, I could disembark and it would serve me as my first passage, a key to sail in other oceans, but I did not expect it to be that difficult. The first time that I tried to go ashore my boat sank. The entire frame and many of those dreams were taken by the ocean. I sank and what was a huge ship before now was reduced to a raft out of cans and sticks. After sinking, a rough storm dragged me far away from the port, with waves so high, they could sink any vessel. It was there when I thought that it would be better to surrender, to give up to a journey so uncertain. How could I be a sailor if I had never seen the ocean before? After this failure, I thought that I did not have any Talent, and that the languages were reserved for brave people who were not afraid of failing, people who like what is uncertain and traveling without an end. After the wreck, I moved away from the only patch of land that I had seen and this is when my journey began.

A journey is not measured by distance or by the number of visited places; a journey is important for all changes and all the phases we must endure. During my first years of travelling, I was a stranger all the time. I met many other vessels with people who pursued their dream, many other sailors, captains, admirals and pirates. They all had a map where they had outlined their way to get to the treasure, they had a plan prepared and a defined path to follow. It was the moment, when I realized that I was nothing more than a simple fisherman, I did not have a map, far less a path traced out. I was just a fisherman wishing to be lucky to catch something valuable. During my journey, I met people who helped me to grow up, and after some advices I decided to keep chasing this dream and I start to study English at the Colombo Americano.

Being an official foreign language student changed my lifestyle. There was an evolution and my small raft was now a boat and the more I learned, the larger my boat became. Having a plan gave me strength and more than that a purpose to look for. while I was studying at the Colombo, I had a real contact with the language, and all this little achievement made me feel like if I had talent for learning a new language.  

After that long journey, I decided to take a risk and try to step on the dock with my feet once more. This time I could ride the waves and once I stepped  in the dock I knew that my journey through the ocean had finished and what meant and end for some people, just meant a new beginning for me. I stopped to travel above water, above hopes above uncertainty. My journey stopped being unreal and I started to be a reality.

Once I read a book which has given me the meaning of the word journey. In this book, a pilot crashes his plane into the desert and meets a little prince who tells him, about his journey through different planets. The first planet the little prince visited was inhabited by a king who believed that he could control everything, but he actually could not. all his orders were actions that would eventually happen. I was as naïve as him my first year of journey when I thought that I could have what I wanted without any effort, I thought that I would be accepted in the university but the things did not work out as I planned. The second planet visited by the little prince was inhabited   by a businessman, who thought he was the owner of all the stars, I learned that we can’t always have what we want. The business man wanted to own them just because, he didn’t have a reason or a purpose from them. I was like him when I wanted to study languages “just because” with no reason nor plans. the third planet visited by the little prince was inhabited by the lamplighter who did his job because he had to, not because he loved it, I don’t know where I would be now if I had given up, and the most accurate image is being like him doing a job without a purpose. After this planet, the little prince landed in a world inhabited by an alcoholic man who was so ashamed to be drunk all the time that he punished himself with more drinks. Every disappointment brings with it a moment of sadness. For me was a thunderstorm that took me far away from my goals and destroyed my ship. After he met the alcoholic man who was punishing himself for giving in his addiction with more alcohol, the next planet is inhabited by a geographer who did not feel passion for his job and never explored his world, but just listened stories and made questions instead of exploring by himself. If you are not brave to take a risk. you will be like him: a person who doesn’t dare to live. And finally, there is the earth where the little prince met friends, where he learned about himself, where he discovered the purpose of his long journey. I compared this final stage of the journey of the little prince with my time in college.

It’s been a year since my road trip started and I had changed a lot. Now I can’t think about the future, the only thing I know is that as a language learner my journey will be endless. I will never stop learning and far less to practice. I might be in the future a teacher and I’m sure that I will learn from my students too. I do no regret for failing the first time, because all those failures and successes are part of my way, they are part of my journey, they are my experiences, and most importantly, they are me. A journey isn’t measured for all the kilometers travelled, either for all the places you get to know. A journey is measured for all the friends you make in the way, the precious memories and all the lessons learned.

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Purpose is the reason for you journey. Passion is the fire that lights your way

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