Its hard naming a chapter (well at least for me)

After i finished playing golf, i was exhausted but still had energy. I still had about 4 hours to waste, so mind as well go back to oldtown. I paid taxi this time to go there, i was to exhausted to go back walking. 

That place was so damn full of people since it was christmass and all, i could hardly walk. I kind of hated that, couldn't even walk, i almost fell for godssake, so i got the hell out of there. I went to a nicer plane, it was cafe (dont start asking which one was because i really dont remember) there wasn't so many people there so i enter it. I remember, there were this two guys that were complaining about EVERYTHING!. God, i hated that, i mean, people should be thankfull about what they have, not what they desire, i least they are living and that's a good reason to be a happy and not be in a full roundhouse of hate to all the people. but well they were complaining, one about his life and how it sucked, and the other one was complaining to the waiter because he asked for a soda not a lemonade, now this is were things go from bad to worst, the guy smaked the poor waiter in the face and the waiter felt, just as that happened, the security guys saw that and took him down, it reminded me of football, how they take each other down. I really have no idea how that happened, people shouldn't have the temperament, its dangerous and a bad example for kids. People can hurt others in a matter seconds, maybe because they really hate someone or maybe because just for a fun, i mean we are humans, and of the time we feel comfort from seeing the fall or how other people deel with their problems. Why is it so hard for humans to be nice to others? . I left the cafe place and kept on walking donw the street, i wanted to pass by the apple store, but i remember that i had to go see my sisters, they were coming home tonight. i didn't have much money left, but i still took a taxi back home.

It was around 6:00 P.M. when i got home and i had to get my stuff ready, my uncle was going to go leave me at the airport aroun 8:00 P.M i still had a lot of time, but you know, its good being prepared hours before than taking an awfull lot of time to get ready. i open the door and saw my younger sister, rose, she was about 17 years old, crying, she was crying. i talk to her. ''Rose, What happened, What's the matter?'' 

''oh'' ''maxwell'' you are back (sorry about the name ''maximo'' last time, but i had to lie, you know how the times are these days)

Again i asked her. ''Rose, what's the matter?'

''Maxwell, where were you?'' . Boy, i hated when people didn't listen to me when i said something, it made feel like i was some sort of ghost that can't be heard. 

''Rose, stop evading my question!'' ''What the hell is the matter?''

she stopped and looked at me confuse. I don't like yelling at people unless its necesary, i mean, this the 21 century, yelling only breaks people hearts and it is used to intimidate. 

''I hate myself'' she said.

'' i can't do anything right, i always ruined things, i'm never going to do something good for the world''

Let me tell you something, i hated when people give up on their dreams, i mean, what is there to stop them?

the world is theirs for the taking, you only need to work hard and have motivation, but don't work for glory, work for progressed, because if you do it to become famouse and everything, you will be a bottom of the hill.

just look at einstein, i mean, he worked for progressed not for glory, and still he became one of the world's best.

''Rose'' i said. ''Wanna do me a damn favor and stop thinking like that?''

''But, i'm a horrible person, i'm not good''

''That's what you think'' i said

''You are a pretty girl and can be anything you want, i know you want to become a lawyer, so why give up? there is no reason to give up unless something out of the universe was againts you'' i said.

she answere me with something i really hate: ''But life has only given me awfull things''.

Jesuschrist, that killed me. When people say something like i get depressed because of why they think life is like that. I mean, i know life is hard and all, but the very important thing about it is, in wich way do you take the things that life gives you. 

I asked her: ''have you ever read a poem called ''desiderata'' by max ehrmann?'' . That poem... i really recommend you should read it, its a nice a poem

She answer me: ''No''

''Well you should'' ''it's a very nice poem, it will help you a lot'' 

''well its 7:30 P.M and nicole isn't here, so would you like to help me pack everything''?

I was sure she didn't like the idea for one reason. She didn't want to me go, because she wanted to have time with me, but, sometimes you have to risk things to get better things, it's the desicions about life, its a dilemma, you take it or leave it.

''Okay'' she said it trying to make a happy face, but i was sure she wasn't happy.

But its life, you never get what you want, you get what you need.