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Miedos

No voy a mentir, buena parte de estos días he tenido miedo de lo que venga. No es sencillo tomar decisiones así, tampoco es sencillo salir de la costumbre, pero estoy seguro que tomé la mejor decisión.

Es extraño este tipo de miedo, no es incertidumbre porque todavia sé que va a pasar mañana. Porque el sol va a salir y porque tengo mucha fé de que lo estoy haciendo bien. ¡Qué problemas da crecer!

Tengo que pensar que a partir de mañana la concentración tiene que estar en conseguir lo que estoy esperando conseguir. Que tiene sentido lo que estoy construyendo porque no voy a poder crecer pensando que la democracia es mi futuro, porque no lo es.

Mi futuro está en los organismos multilaterales, quiero verme en el Banco Mundial y quiero verme haciendo relaciones internacionales, no quiero menos que eso. No voy a dejar de vivir esa experiencia por ninguna otra, porque es lo que estoy soñando.


Tengo que presentarme ante mi nuevo empleador como la opción más atractiva para explotar mis habilidades, sabiendo que tengo que ser muy humilde para aprender por todo lo que tengo que aprender


Sin embargo, esta noche tengo miedo, con lo que voy a perder, con lo va a pasar y con lo que no quiero y con lo que voy a dejar...

Espero que la fé me haga dormir mejor esta noche

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