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Fuentes brotantes

Ojalá fuera mi paseo de domingo (no sé ni lo que hay ahi), pero hoy utilizaré ese nombre para hablar de la creatividad.

Creo que sólo puedo hablar por mi (pronto empezaré a entrevistar gente interesante para esto, lo prometo), pero los periodos en los que puedo ser más creativo tienen que ver con dos cosas: estar enamorado y sentirse libre. Tal vez una lleva a la otra (no sé cual primero), pero ayer todavía me sentía enamorado y más libre que nunca.

Si lo que propongo es cierto, entonces el mundo está dominado por una serie de idiotas cursis que lo único que hacen es convertir su miel en ideas muy muy redituables que terminarán por hacerlos las personas más ricas del mundo. Para muestra:


El único problema aquí es que se la compré. Este discurso debe ser de mis videos favoritos porque encarna una forma de vivir la vida como la quiero vivir (basta de ser aspiracional o voy a terminar alejando a mis dos lectores).

Pero a partir de eso es que pude reunir toda la fuerza para poder aventarme a decidir, de atreverme a empezar de nuevo y de darle mi vida a las cosas que realmente quiero hacer. No están ustedes para saberlo, ni yo para contarlo, pero la situación no es simple. Ya les contaré...

Así que pequeño rebaño... como dice el hombrecito del Ipad, atrevedse!!! Total, ya no es domingo y dios no nos ve

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