Felicidad

El camino a la felicidad no es recto. Existen curvas llamadas EQUIVOCACIONES, existen semaforos llamados AMIGOS, luces de precaucion llamadas FAMILIA, y todo se logra si tienes: Una llanta de repuesto llamada DECISION, un potente motor llamado AMOR, un buen seguro llamado FE, abundante combustible llamado PACIENCIA, pero sobre todo un experto conductor llamado DIOS!!!

Getting a Divorce

Note: This post don't belong to me, I found it in internet and I felt I should share it with everyone, somehow, is true. 

Nota: Este post no es de mi pertenencia, lo encontre en internet y senti que debia de compartirlo con ustedes, de alguna manera, es verdad. (perdonen por el ingles, pero creo es la mejor forma de entenderlo)

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

¡Feliz Navidad AIESEC PERU!

¡Feliz Navidad AIESEC PERU!
Hay una canción de Luis Aguilé que siempre la escuchaba desde pequeño en las radios una y otra vez en temporada navideña, pero nunca habia prestado completa atención a la letra hasta ahora… es muy linda y nostalgica ya que muchos se identifican con ella. No puedo negar que se me escaparon unas lágrimas al oirla. El estar lejos de mi Perú, lejos mi Arequipa, lejos de mis amigos aiesecos y no aiesecos y por sobre todo lejos de mi familia me trajeron tantos recuerdos y pensamientos que compartir; pero hoy solo deseo compartir uno de ellos.
Tal como Jonathan (Maskus para el mundo) me comentaba, es dificil pasar la navidad en pais donde no existe tal fecha, el en Turquia como Trainee y yo en Macedonia como MC; y muy probablemente ambos estaremos trabajando, en una reunion con alguna empresa o LC meeting.
En Macedonia, por suerte encontré el cariño de los miembros de AIESEC, quienes organizaron una pequeña cena para los internacionales y tambien nos invitaron a sus casas para no pasar la navidad católica solos; esta actitud me recuerda siempre lo lindo que es la familia AIESECa aquí y en todo el mundo, creo que por ello me enamoré de nuestra organización… hoy solo me gustaria comentar que tal vez hay algun trainee o ceeder que tambien esta lejos de casa con las misma nostalgia navideña… creo que es una linda oportunidad para compartir con ellos, y porque no, invitarlos y decir “Ven a mi casa esta Navidad”.
Por ello en esta temporada que tanto me encanta, les deseo todo lo mejor y una muy feliz Navidad con sus familiares que estan junto a ustedes, y que el 2008 sea un año de muchos éxitos personales y profesionales (y @cos, claro) así como uno lleno de alegría, amistades y por supuesto… uno con mucho amor ;)

Un gran abrazo desde Macedonia
Yoelo

Pd. No olvides de dar un fuerte abrazo a esas personas lindas que tanto quieres ;) y diles Feliz Navidad

Una teoria para ganar plata y ayudar a tu pais (parte 1)

Hehe, esta no es la tipica... sal del pais, trabaja de lo que puedas, ahorra, y con ese dinero empieza a construir tu vida y luego empieza a llamar a tu familia y asi dejar el Peru para vivir en otro pais y tener otra nacionalidad... aunque para algunos funciona, no es lo mejor creo yo...

Hablemos de Sostenibilidad... pero no de empresa, mas bien a nivel personal... empecemos con lo basico:

Punto 1: sin dinero, no se puede vivir bien, simple, todo el mundo necesita dinero para al menos poder sustentar sus costos basicos...

Punto 2: no podemos depender de nadie, es decir, si como gracias a que alguien me ayuda con esto, perfecto, pero que pasa si ese alguien ya no esta... para los jovenes seria, usualmente el dinero viene por que nuestros padres nos ayudan... pero que pasaria si algo pasa y ya no tienes ese sustento... entonces tienes que conseguir dinero para poder sobrevivir...

Punto 3: Ahorrar es necesario... creo que este punto esta claro para todos...

Ahora hablemos de algunas opiniones...
"No seria mejor ganar dinero sin tener que trabajar mucho"... aunque parezca raro, es posible, y es mas, es algo que si se logra, estariamos ayudando mucho a nuestro pais; es decir, crear tu empresa, invertir y reinvertir en ella, y luego delegarla y convertirte accioniste de ella... simple, y asi repite el proceso con otras empresas...

"Trabajare mucho hasta los 40, y luego podre retirarme con bastante plata y hacer lo se me plazca con lo que gane"...chevere.. pero a esa edad ya estas cansado, y solo quieres dormir y quedarte en casa... te lo pongo de esta manera, tienes 20 anios, te vas de vacaciones a Cusco por una semana... haces camino inca, machu picchu, regresar al Cusco, irte de juerga en las noches, recorrer el Valle Sagrado... al final de la semana estas cansado a muerte, pero feliz por que valio la pena.... ahora imagina que tienes 50 anios... talvez termines todos los tours... pero no habra sido la mejor semana de ti vida... tal vez dolor de espalda, talve malestar en el estomago, tal vez dolores en la rodilla, talves tengas problemas en la vista y no podras disfrutar la maravilla del paisaje.. etc etc etc... el cuerpo es sabio, y el tiempo lo debilita... no es ciencia, es simplemente verdad.

"En el Peru no hay oportunidades de trabajo"... no las hay por que ya dijiste que no hay... ya perdiste antes de empezar el juego.... si las hay, y a montones.... y no es necesario ser genio para descubrirlas... solo se necesita de valor y coraje para decidirse a empezar una empresa... sera duro los primeros anios, pero despues todo sera mas facil.

Bueno, este post tiene continuacion, pero antes de todo, comento esto porque varios de mis amigos, con capacidad economica como la mayoria de los peruanos hasta incluso menos, ya tienen sus empresas y estan gerenciandolas... y ellos solo tienen 24 anios!!! y ellos me ensenian dia dia estas lecciones de vida... a ellos mi mas benerado respeto, por que ellos me enseniaron a valorar y creer que en el PERU nosotros podemos cambiar el futuro y convertirnos grandes... no es necesario esperar que el Govierno nos ayude... ellos son el mejor ejemplo que les puedo dar... y creo que esta informacion y aprendizaje se debe compartir con todo peruano que quiera ver al PERU crecer dia a dia...

El Taxista que sabía ser Peruano

Tenia una reunión super urgente en 30 minutos, ya estaba listo saliendo a tomar el taxi, por suerte el lugar de encuentro era cerca de la oficina, sin embargo preocupado por el hecho de que pueda suceder un contratiempo que me haga llegar tarde... al parecer reflejava externamente ese nervisismo peculiar del contra reloj, el señor taxista observó por el retrovisor, me dio una mirada de tranquilidad y me contó un chiste; era un caballero de 55 años (aproximadamente la edad de mi padre), de cabello cano, tez clara, sin embargo sus rasgos mostraban una persona de trabajo manual, con piel gruesa pero quemada por el tiempo y con arrugas del trabajo dia a dia.... luego de conversar un momento, vi algo extraño, era Abril pero sin embargo había una banderita de PERU al costado derecho del timón; era pequeña de unos 5x10 cm, pese a que lucía gastada, se encontraba muy limpia.... entonces le pregunté, porqué la bandera, si aun no estamos en Julio, y el caballero sonrie y me dice:

"Cierto joven, no estamos en Julio, pero cada vez que veo nuestra bandera me recuerda que tengo que hacer las cosas bien"

Me quedé completamente callado, sonreí, me quedé pensando y creo no dije nada hasta llegar a mi destino... luego le pagué, "Muchisimias Gracias Caballero" le dije,... "no hay porque y que tengas un buen dia" me respondió... y finalmente le dije, "lo siento, olvidé agradecerle por el servicio también, muchas gracias..." .... el señor sonrió y me dio la mano.

Creo que todos deben de sentirse orgullosos de su tierra, es fundamental esa identidad nacional que tenemos, pero demostrar esa identidad POSITIVA del PERUANO, que es digno de apreciar.

Ese fué el taxista que sabía ser PERUANO, y me enseñó una lección de ORO en la Universidad de la Vida.

Les adjunto un video de un peruano a quien admiro mucho.