Si, soy diferente.
Comprendí la razón de mi corazón roto, aprendí de esta caída, y decido dejar el dolor atrás mas no lo aprendido.
Me aferro al recuerdo para no cometer el mismo error, aprender de mi pasado y evitar repetir mi historia, sin manchar mi futuro con el sufrir del ayer.

Me he reencontrado, y noto lo descuidada que fui conmigo misma.
Levanto los pedazos de mi conciencia y veo que son diferentes, trozos con cicatrices mas no con heridas. Marcas de una pasado que fue real y por el cual me arriesgue, un pasado del cual no me arrepiento, ni me avergüenzo, un pasado que hizo quien soy.
Un ser humano con virtudes y defectos, con locuras e ideas, un ser que existe, vive, piensa y respira. Un ser con aspiraciones sueños y esperanza.

Un ser imperfecto y perfecto en un mismo instante, una existencia efímera y aun así capaz de realizar una marca en esta larga e insuficiente caminata.

Yes, I’m different.
I understood the reason for my broken heart, I learned from this fall, and decided to leave the pain behind but not what I learned.
I cling to the memory to not make the same mistake, learn from my past and avoid repeating my story, without staining my future with the suffering of yesterday.

I’ve rediscovered myself, and I notice how careless I was with myself.
I lift the pieces of my conscience and see that they are different, pieces with scars but not with wounds. Marks of a past that was real and for which I risked, a past of which I do not regret, I am not ashamed, a past that made who I am.
A human being with virtues and defects, with madness and ideas, a being that exists, lives, thinks and breathes. A being with aspirations, dreams, and hope.

An imperfect and perfect being in the same moment, an ephemeral existence and still able to make a mark in this long and insufficient walk.