Today is one of those days in which I feel so depressed.

I woke up this morning with this feeling of restlessness, this feeling of "what am I doing in here?".

You keep on thinking of all the possibilities you (may) have. With no result (obviously).

There are many options that come across my hyper-working mind: I could rest in peace and sit for good on a quiet office chair.
I could move on and develop my freelance job as a translator and interpreter.
I could teach my evening classes.
I could write books, I could improve my blog, I could read all day long (a little unrewarding actually).
I could work in the fashion industry.
Or mayber I could do all, at the same time.

But the next question is: what would you like to do? and the key word is "like"...

Oh, well... that's easy!!!

What I like is speaking and writing English. (Spanish also!)
What I like is writing poems and writing short stories.
What I like is meeting people from around the world, exchanging points of view.
What I like is traveling.
What I like is visiting cemeteries.
What I like is taking (mental) picture of the world outside.
What I like is challenging my own reality.
What I like is coming back home and huge family.
What I like is seeing the world with eyes that never get used to things and people.
What I would like, is never find my way, in order to be able to be on the road again, again and again.
Finding a new piece of me in every place I land.

What I like is all this.. is just feeling I am a part of it.