SorrySeemsToBeTheHardestWord

The pride in the human is the worst felling that someone could have. With the pride in your blood you become blind because you forget all the values and the principles that you know.

Generally, the pride is one of many reasons that kill love. "What I got to do to make you love me, what I got to do to make you care, what do I say when it's all over and sorry seems to be the hardest word." Some words full of knowledge and felling from the singer Elton John.

Sharing, with herf and with myself, is the better way to take out the pride from ourselves. You feel guilt so you give an apology but the pride makes that SORRY SEEM TO BE THE HARDEST WORD. I think that in those moments you have to decide what is most important: the foolish pride or an ashamed apology, but the most ripes option.

You learn with the mistakes of your life, to give an apology when you are wrong, thus, you grow up as a person. So..

.. Kill The Pride And Long Life To Love!

Cocolon's Affair

One day, the king of Spain died. The queen felt a huge pain. And she woke up looking for a way to be recognized until her final breathe. So she started to think about a great idea that all the continent of Europe remember. She searched in all the places of the village and the last day of search, she found Cocolon in a jail. Cocolon was in jail because he tried to steal underwear. When the queen saw that he was a good person she set the prisoners free and they went to discover new things in the world. In the ship Cocolon had an affair with the Sun God, in 3 weeks there were born his twins. Atahualpa and Rumiñahui, the most handsome brothers among the seas. They stayed there one year and 363 days when they listened the scream of Faustino: "I see land". The landscape was shiny and colorful. When they arrived, they began a new history through the mountains called 'Ancora Town'. While Cocolon was searching wood, the natives kidnapped the queen and his sons....

21 years of search have passed, when the Sun God saw the queen.....

To be continued...

The answer

In her birthday, I asked to my grandmother: How to live so long?

She told me: Once upon a time, there was a man that took care of all his movements. He never laughed cuz he was worried about wrinkles. He'd never had neither a girlfriend and nor friends: he thought that they were a danger. One day he died because of a tramp with a stair.

So the question would be: How to live well? And my answer would be: it’s not about quantity, it’s about quality.

Today, I am 90 years old and still smile, it isn’t difficult.

Written by: assapora