GABRIELA YARELIZ

By: Gabriela Yareliz

Hello,

   So what if we all went back to what used to be. What if we changed what we think is normal?

What if:

[1] We took the time to listen.

What if we spent time in silence and listened to the many different things going on? The birds, people, the wind. What if we could take the time to see that “beauty was everywhere” (78: Mrs. Dalloway)? What if we took the time to not ask God, but listen to God?

[2] We used a regular pencil instead of a mechanical one or a pen.

We could write things in a form that is purely us. Something we probably haven’t done since elementary school. There are times when precision is not a requirement. Life, a note, a smiley-they are not lab reports or graphs-they are simply a drop of you.

What if:

[3] We stopped fooling ourselves about who our friends are. A friendship is composed of time, self-sacrifice, love and attention. It is not a title.

It is not 500 people wishing you a happy birthday on a Web site because they were reminded to. Real friends will find you where you are. They will love you, pay attention to you and they will respect you. We have fallen under an illusion of what it means to relate ourselves to other people. What if you wrote a letter? What if you sent a package? What if you picked up the phone and gave attention to someone when you could be doing 100 other things but they really need you…

[4] We had some sort of privacy.

So many people think that if you don’t share, you are hiding something. How about they are just humans who know they are entitled to knowledge of somethings that only they need to know. In the end, people often times use your private matters against you, to talk about you, not care about you.

What if:

[5] We went outside and actually sat under the sky. If we could stop being so artificial and demanding, we would perhaps appreciate the trees that filter the sunshine’s rays, the sweltering heat that helps us enjoy a nice breeze.

[6] We paid attention to the words we speak and realize how they reflect on us. Whether we waste precious words in nonsense, cursing-let’s not waste a word.

What if:

[7] On our worst day we realized that someone in a hospital wished they were us? Perhaps if we realized that happiness, like freedom is inside of us. People and circumstances can take away things from us, but there are somethings that rest securely in your hands and in God’s hands.

[8] We took one day at a time. What if we make our path as we go? What if being unsure is okay, and letting God unravel His plan for us happens day by day? (EGW: Desire of Ages, Ch. 21)

What if:

[9] We knew love is not a feeling, but a commitment.

It is not using people.

Love can be painful and complicated, but what if we saw that love never fails.

Love is real.

[10] We stopped only caring about ourselves.

What if we decided that instead of being islands, we would grow with others. What if we don’t shut ourselves in with fantasy- in books,  and TV. What if we took who was real and expressed true appreciation? What if we took note how life changes, not only for us but the others on this planet we call Earth.

If we realized all of these things, we would probably be very different people. Maybe we would understand and enjoy a bit more of what life is about.

Maybe. I am going to try.

“La vida que tienes no hay otra solucion, debes buscar en tu corazon. Tu propio futuro lo puedes cambiar; tal vez llego el momento.”-L’auberge espagnole Kouz 1 ft. Ardag

One moment, one decision and one person can change your life forever.

😉

School is out. From adrenaline to no pulse. Life revolves around LSAT Logic Games and Logical Reasoning. I’ve been touring libraries, cooking new recipes and reading the fat ABA Law School Profiles book. HEADACHE.

It has been a whirlwind of cool breeze, hot sunshine, long winding roads with green on both sides and troppo (too much) pasta.

Day dreams are filled with the Amalfi Coast and James Blunt music in the background. A current mental soundtrack includes Puccini’s Nessun Dorma. SIGH. Troppo influencia Italiana.

I still use my journalistic research skills for the public good and I’ve become very accomplished when it comes to training to be a professional domestic.

“I do the cooking, the housekeeping… and so much more.”-Manuelo-So Little Time

I watched a Greek movie about Spices that made me cringe. Sometimes I wish I was standing in the middle of a square in Prague.

My days are green; filled with the smell of garden partout. A strange sort of bliss like rosemary bread soaked in a pond of olive oil.

As I’ve drifted aimlessly through library aisles, I’ve stood in front of writers’ masterpieces that once I went breathless for but now no one can pay me to reach out and grab a book of fiction. So-I leave with a tall stack of linguistic books and law school memoirs. Everything non-fiction except the occasional movie. That illusion and love of all that is fake in literature lasted only through high school. I still love you Davy Copperfield.

I’m an expert at grabbing horrible movies. Unless they have Hugh Grant in them. You can never go wrong wrong with him.

My short hair is now longer. When I wake up it resembles a lion’s mane.

I sometimes feel a sudden desire to hear French a la Quebequois. It’s all because of Celine Dion’s “Taking Chances World Tour DVD.”

“I Drove All Night” spins in my head like a broken record. See, that’s too many songs on replay.

Every library and person should be stocked with at least one Celine Dion CD-just saying. I’ve read that Mark Finley book I got at church. It’s stellar. Good job, man. I have two verbs to conjugate in my Italian workbook. Avere and Essere. I keep avoiding them but I dream using them.

And finally, I’d like to say that one of my high school love theories was right. I’m starting to believe it, despite those who tried to prove me wrong along the way.

“Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ’cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And… so?
Summer: So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was – it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right.
Tom: No.
Summer: Yeah, I did.
[laughs]
Summer: I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about.”
-(500) Days of Summer

Okay, that’s all for today. You’ve got the melange in my head.
I leave you with some Celine Dion, which makes the world a better place.
“What in this world
Keeps us from falling apart?
No matter where I go I hear
The beating of our one heart
I think about you
When the night is cold and dark, uh huh yea
No one can move me
The way that you do
Nothing erases this feeling between me and you

I drove all night……. to get to you
Is that alright?
I drove all night……..”

Jam and sing your heart out.