Una mala influencia…. // Being a bad influence…

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Influenciar, ser esa voz o idea en la cabeza de alguien ante alguna locura. Ser el susurro de algo que puede ser peligroso, poco convencional y algunas veces estar al borde de lo que se consideraria legal. Ser una influencia pero nunca ser el último paso. Tentar, motivar y mas pero siempre dejar que sean los otros los que tomen la decision…

Y si, puede que sea una frase trillada si me conocen por mucho tiempo o una frase muy extraña si recién nos conocemos pero al final de cuentas una de las pocas formas de como me describo y me he identificado durante los últimos 12 años. El porqué puede ser una historia muy larga pero tratare de explicar el porqué y las ventajas de ser la oveja negra del grupo.

Antes, siempre fui timido. reservado y muy muy callado. Todo esto cambió después de que vivi por una buena época en Estados Unidos, regrese a Ecuador con una nueva mentalidad, sintiendo que tenía una nueva oportunidad de crear un impacto positivo, de hacer cosas buenas por otros pero como la mayoría de los bienaventurados se darán cuenta en su vida: “Las buenas intenciones son solo eso, intenciones”

Me di cuenta, o tal vez aprendí de mis amigos, que muchas veces se dejan pasar oportunidades porque la gente teme fallar, el que dirán de los demás o simplemente porque uno no confía en sí mismo. Era fácil ser el comentario positivo, decir una frase de coraje y nada mas… Pero pocas veces pasaba algo. Y entonces todo encajo, yo había hecho muchas mas locuras cuando habia escuchado a Melissa o Mike al retarme, cuando alguien simplemente ponía un poco mas de leña al fuego y el deseo que uno tenía se convertía en un objetivo claro, ya no solo para uno pero también para mostrar que no tenía miedo de hablar con esa chica rubia que estaba en los graderíos del colegio. Bueno, talvez si tenía miedo pero tanto ellos como yo sabiamos que yo queria hablar con ella jaja.

Y de esa misma manera han pasado muchas cosas que han empezado con una frase “inocente”:

  • No seria TAN dificil ir a la playa y regresar en el mismo día
  • Sinceramente no pienso que aguantarias un tatuaje
  • Yo? Porque no saltas tu primero?
  • Para nada, ella no te estaba mirando a ti…aunque tal vez …
  • Cuida de ella por mi
  • Es mas fácil odiar que amar eh?

Ahora, cerca de otro momento importante de mi vida me doy cuenta que uno de mis mayores objetivos en la vida es ayudar a otros, de una u otra manera.Encontré en mi investigación una forma de ayudar en mi país, y poco a poco pienso expandir este objetivo, quiero agradecer a todos los que leen esto, por que son buenas influencias en mi vida, me motivan a escribir alguna algunas de mis historias. Y aun si yo siempre he sido una mala influencia para ustedes creanme han sido con las mejores intenciones.

 

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To influence, to be that voice or idea inside the head of someone before they do something crazy and fun. Being a whisper that hints to an adventure, even if it seems dangerous, not so conventional and not legal. But always be that, just an influence and not the one that takes the last step. Because the fun part is to take de decision, to go to the edge and jump.

And I know, maybe you know me for a few years and this phrase seems like a cliché, or maybe we just met and you think this is extremely strange but this is the way I have been defining myself for the last 12 years. The history behind this can be very long so I will try to keep explain why I like to be the black sheep in my groups.

Long, long time ago in a distant Galaxy… Well, not in a distant galaxy but long time ago I was an extremely shy, quiet and “I-rather-talk-only-to-my-friends” type of person. All this changed after I lived in Tampa for a while, by the time I came back to Ecuador I had a new mentality, a mentality that was supported in 3 basic ideas, help others, be confident and be positive… But as many other positive people realize in their life: “Good intentions are just that, intentions”

I realize, or maybe I learned from my friends, that there were many times when people around me would let opportunities past because they were afraid of failing, of what others may think or say or they were not confident enough to act. And while a kind and supportive phrase could help them smile, that was it.

And one day everything felt in the right place, I realize that I was just like that and that I was taking more risks after Melissa and Mike started daring me to do things. They were that extra spark that changed a small desire into a clear objective. A reason to prove them I was not afraid to talk to that tall, blond girl that was next to the benches. Ok, maybe I was afraid but she was damn cute haha.

And then I became that voice, that “innocent” phrase that said:

  • It wouldn’t be SO difficult to go to the beach and comeback during one day (we didn’t have a car)
  • Honestly, you cry for everything. There is no way you would get a tattoo (she was indeed afraid of needles)
  • Me? What about you? Are you afraid of jumping? (To be fair, I was scare too)
  • No way haha, She wasn’t looking at you… or maybe.. (She was definitely looking at him haha)
  • Please, take care of her for me… (I was leaving and I knew she had a crush on him)
  • It is always easier to hate rather than love, eh? (It was time to move on)

So I’m writing this story because a big transition in my life is coming and I just wanted to share it with you guys. I aim to help people and my research has given me that opportunity, to star at my country and then expand. I want to thank every one of you, even if I don’t know you personally, every click I have in this blog is a good influence, a reason to share and to write more.

Even if I have been a bad influence for you guys, believe me when I say I always had the best intentions for being like this.

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