La presión de nuestra vida privada

A veces, lo que hacemos con nuestras vidas determina lo que hacemos con nuestro trabajo. Buscamos lugares que nos acomoden por estar más tiempo con las personas con las que queremos, buscamos lugares que nos ocupen mucho más para no estar con las personas que no queremos, o lo contrario.

Me gusta pensar que es así y no en sentido contrario, pero en honor de continuar con la verdad, también son nuestros trabajos los que determinan nuestras vidas. Nos movemos a otros países o a otras ciudades por las oportunidades del trabajo que queremos, o las que tenemos.

¿Qué nos hace decidir qué es más importante? Es el momento en que estamos en la vida, tal vez sólo las ganas de irse o las oportunidades que podamos encontrar. Vidas encontramos muchas, pero decidir a donde llevar la nuestra puede ser lo más difícil.

¿Què quiero? Me gustaría conocer otros lugres, pero sé que hay cosas muy importantes en mi vida que me pueden ayudar a imaginar una vida en este lugar... Es cosa de querer la vida con emoción.

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