Hope

I know sometimes... all times, the way I write look exactly like the type of person who is mad at everyonje and that sees nothing good in life. Or perhaps, I've realized, you notice how I can be so harsh and cruel with my statements, and I wish I could tell you I am sorry, but I'm really not.
However, tonight, something happened. Something I missed because it's been a while since this happened.
I have a friend back in Mexico. I can't really call her a friend anymore because we hardly ever taljk to each other and there are no common grounds between us anymore. Actually we know each other because we dated. Nonetheless, she is a great person. She is one of those dreamers. One of those people that believes in good, love and hope. The only time I have seen her sad is when she learned her parents were about to get divorced.
So tonight, browsing through her online profile I found the pictures she has. She divides them in 4 categories. In my heart, him and me, Beauty and other things and B&W. Each of the pictures show every single person that she loves. Every quote that has touched her life, and because I know her, that she drives her life for.
You could make that case that she is only showing what is happy in her, that there is another side that is not happy and all that, and it's true, but that is exactly the point.
She dreams and hopes and wonders. She writes songs on napkins for her future beloved even when she can't sing or play an instrument. Paints pictures that she never has exposed in a gallery, and loves an idea so pure that maybe she will never see.
As I looked through her pictures she made me think. Not on what we had or anything like that, but made me realize how sometimes I forget what is pure. That sometimes I think over things too much and that sucks my light sometimes.
I realize I, we, live in a world were the only things that matter are those that are eternal. I realize God exists like more than the brightest star in heaven, but also like the song I've never written or the dance she never got to dance. God lives in the dreams I am about to dream and that he inspires, and He lives in the essence of the family that I will raise but still doesn't exist.
See... God is so pure and real and beautiful that sometimes the concept seems to unbelievable that sometimes I prefer not to believe it. You know what I mean?
Maybe, just maybe, someday I will live everyday with one thought in my head. That my life belongs to God and the inevitable consequence of this should be to live in beauty, hope, faith and love.