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¡Lo tienes todo, puedes agradecer!
Ser agradecidos es tan sencillo como reconocer la abundancia de la que ya somos parte. Que eso que te “falta” o por lo que crees que tu vida no tiene sentido, no se compara con la cantidad de bendiciones que ya te rodean. Hagámonos conscientes: Lo tenemos Todo. Lo tenemos todo en este mismo instante. Twt / FB / Snap / IG: elpollitodice. ¡Gracias a todos por ver y participar en este encuentro!
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From music to photography, artist Ed Freeman is an experienced, multifaceted creator. In his ongoing “Underwater” series, the lines between realism and fantasy blur to create magical gravity-free fine art portraits.
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I’m not an expert but I like hands a lot so hopefully some of this was helpful!
El Tren.
Si dos Trenes en carriles paralelos se mueven a la velocidad de la luz, ambos se verán entre ellos como si estuviesen en reposo, pues comparten una misma y constante frecuencia de movimiento. Si, por el contrario, uno de ellos se mantiene inmóvil en su carril, tal vez sólo llegue a vislumbrar un increíble fugaz halo de la verdadera forma del Tren que sí se mueve, y únicamente escuche su pasar o sienta su brisa, ya que la velocidad es demasiado rápida para poder verle.
Al estar a la velocidad de la Luz, el Tren se mueve en bucle dentro de la pista, por lo que no hay instante en que todas sus partes no estén a lo largo de todo el recorrido todo el tiempo; Esto quiere decir que cada pieza del Tren en movimiento se encuentra en su totalidad siempre junto al Tren que está en reposo.
Hay Trenes inmóviles que adjudican la brisa que sienten y el sonido que escuchan a otros factores. De igual manera, hay Trenes inmóviles que, aunque no vean al supuesto Tren que se mueve a la velocidad de la Luz, consideran que dichas características sí podrían pertenecer a algo tal como un Tren en veloz movimiento.
Tanto pueden llegar a creer esto, que, aunque no le puedan ver, deciden emprender un estudio de lo que consideran sus características, y es así como logran entender que la velocidad de la Luz que posee el Tren, con respecto al estado de reposo que ellos mantienen, difiere tanto que la única forma de poder vislumbrar más de este otro Tren sería intentando adoptar su velocidad.
La voluntad de querer ver en mayor medida al Tren que se mueve, es lo que permite el emprendimiento para aumentar la propia velocidad, y que así, eventualmente, este otro deje de ser una borrosa ráfaga y comience a ser mucho más figurativo. A mayor alcance de la velocidad a la que este se mueve, mayor el nivel de detalle que se puede tomar de él.
El Tren a la velocidad de la Luz, nunca disminuye su frecuencia de movimiento, y esto permite que cualquier otro Tren que realmente le quiera vislumbrar, deba elegir soltar viejos estados de reposo y barreras de velocidad establecidas para así poder elegir adentrarse en alcanzar nuevos límites de movimiento.
Para poder compartir la velocidad de la Luz a la que se mueve el Tren, inevitablemente habrá que encaminarse en Ser un Tren que se mueva a dicha velocidad también.
Independientemente de si exista o no un Tren moviéndose como la Luz, cada otro Tren es siempre libre de elegir mantener un estado de reposo, o, por el contrario, intentar alcanzar mayores rangos de velocidades y de esta forma compartir el logro que los demás Trenes pueden descubrir en sí mismos también.
- ¿Podría un Tren estar en estado de reposo por toda la vida? - Hasta que se canse de hacerlo, sí.
- ¿Podría un Tren lograr ser como el Tren que se mueve a la velocidad de la Luz?
- Si eso quiere, sí.
- ¿Y qué pasa si logra ser como ese Tren, pero en realidad este nunca existió?
- Se daría cuenta que él mismo fue ese otro Tren que siempre creyó ver.
I always cry myself to sleep when I make this mistake but a friend recently taught me how to do this and it blew my mind so I thought I would share with you guys.
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Llegaste, como el aleteo suave de una mariposa, causando huracanes en mi pecho. Como el pétalo de una rosa descendiendo hacia el agua, ocasionando tsunamis en mis emociones. Fuiste una gota de miles que hay en el océano, pero fuiste la gota con la que decidí desbordarme, inundarme, ahogarme.
Revolviste, deshiciste, tiraste, cambiaste, y jugaste; Me adaptaste, me provocaste.
Y todo sin intención.
Cómo quien mata por instinto, no por pasión.
No te elegí sobre nadie, te elegí sobre todos. Te dí mi atención y mis ratos libres, mis pupilas dilatadas y mi distracción.
Y ahora sé que todo vuelo se apaga, cuando toda mariposa muere; que todo huracán deja de soplar.
Que todo pétalo se hunde,
y todo tsunami se logra calmar.
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The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.” I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.
Soooo I made it onto the 2015 Beard Envy Project Calendar cover! Also I got a full page for the month of April! So proud to be part of this project! Limited to 100 prints, Get your copy rigggggght here: http://www.leevandergrift.com/photography/beard-envy-project/beard-envy-calendar/ 💪👨 #BeardEnvyProject
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