Many northless Lolas

 Think about the concept:

we qualify ourselves in comparison. And every time you smell a new spice, you're leaving behind an ignorant part of you that, hopefully, will get caught up in the wonder of discovering.

And so, the other side of my coin,

a part of me that sometimes gets disappointed when it experiences but cannot close a chapter. The one that needs the answer to a "why" when it doesn't understand its environment.

But I do not forget one thing,

that life with me is finite. And I also change. Like that day when I decided to take paths I will never regret.

There is something that burns me,

a statement of intent that Time seems to be making to me. Martin taught me "as young as you feel and as old as you care!". But I still have an inner discomfort at having dropped an anchor here.

Which part of me?

The one that tells me to stay here. Far away and without a defined north. Because this adrenaline is the best thing that ever happened to me. Speaking of paths and reasons to a Why; I want to tell myself that there will be many people whose path crosses yours.

And they will pass,

they will pass you by like a spring in a hot May. But as Señor Miguel told me today: "that is not wasted time Lola, those are experiences". I am grateful for so many beautiful paths that are crossing mine lately. Even if they don't last. Even if they go away leaving me with no answer as to Why.