All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking.

I LOVE YOU SOCRATES SOTO BEDREJO

J.R.A By Chance 2011

YOU ARE THE ONE ♥

I love my baby so much. He's named Socrates Soto Bedrejo :* I love love love love love my babyyy ♥

ITS WHEN I FOUND YOU. I TRULY FOUND MY HAPPINESS :) And I am enjoying it now ♥