You are cursed to travel a thousand roads to discover the true meaning of the word “You.” Sometimes you travel a road longer than you were meant to and, if you stay, you are certainly doomed to be haunted by that emptiness of not knowing exactly who you are.

We used to call the banter “navajasos and machetazos” (aka shanking and machete-ing).

And all I could think was, “I never want to be so helpless.”

There is no escaping the truth of what makes a life a fulfilling life.