Race of time

Today I did something that I used to enjoy but lately, because of the rush I go throw every morning in this semester,  I have not done so often. I take the bus with my Mom.
We talked all road long, and it's a really cool thing because about all the brothers and sisters I have, in home there is not much time to talk long and with no interruptions.
So, the important thing here is what we talked, and it's about the time, about the pass of the time.
When we were younger, we used to think that all things were possible because we had all the time by our side, and it isn't false at all, but the question is that even if we have all the time of the world and live in our twenty's thinking everything is fresh and beauty, this whole scenery is going to disappear in a moment, because the time draw on in a very fast way.

I'm not trying to be fatalistic, I just want to say that as we grow the time becomes shorter than when we were kids, twenty-four hours are not good enough for all the things we want to do, for see al the people we want to meet, to take a rest. Seems like just yesterday when we get into the first year of our career, It's hard to believe that in a couple of month we'll finish our studies. Seems like yesterday the days when my Grandmother was still alive, and seems like yesterday when I was having my first day on kindergarten, and in this way I can keep going with more examples!

However, I think that the importance of being aware about the time, is not for getting depress, sad or hopeless, is more the opposite, is because we need to know that to be aware, for make a better use of our time, to enjoy every moment and every little thing, to take every chance and do things  better than yesterday, to love, to laugh, to live with hope, in calm, but always thinking that tomorrow doesn't exist if we don't use our present with energy, passion and courage.

The audience

My big Botas

You will find this word curious, I know while you are reading the tittle you are thinking "Why is she going to write about shoes?", to your surprise Botas, is my beloved cat. My big fluffy black fat cat.

He arrived to me more or less about three years ago, he was just one month when he came to me, and he looked like a little ball of fur asking for help. Alone, hungry, and dirty I couldn't help it but to look after him immediately. He was so little.

But we had a problem. My mother. Even when all my brothers and my father liked the idea of keeping this cute little ball of fur, my mother was not agree with the idea of a cat in the house. She didn't like how this creatures smell, nor all the hair they lose, but what was more a problem, she didn't like the idea of new expenses.

It was a hard work to do. But finally, not even the coldest person in the world could resist those cute eyes staring with love to you. Actually that was we called him Botas, because of the movie "Shrek", where the cat "Puss in boots" stared at the enemies with a huge round eyes, that no one could resist.

Nowadays, Botas is another member of the family. Everyone in the house look after him every minute, even my mother. And he knows that he is important to us, because in a very animal way he has taken part of all the spaces in the house. You can find him sleeping in my brother's bed as a complete human being or trying to get into the shower, not to shower himself exactly but to play as the little brother that he is to us now.