“De que sirve llorar sobre leche derramada”

Has your memory ever played a trick on you?

Most people would say that during one moment or the other it has.

Along the way we’ll give a shot to remaking some of them, just to be able to bear with them.

I’ve always been a strong believer that the past should never be dwelled on basically because whatever it is, its done and nothing we say or do will change the facts of the story, or as my husband repeats,  “de nada sirve llorar sobre leche derramada”.   In other words, crying over spilt milk is useless.

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I’m not sure where this popular saying comes from but,  my grandparents and my husband’s were from the same generation and they loved this particular one.  They always would remind us that it doesn’t matter how tragic or frivolous, events could not be changed, and if you didn’t do anything then, it was useless to complain or talk about it later.

So you could say that my philosophy of “let the past stay in the past and lets look into now and,  not  even too much into tomorrow, was born somewhere between my late childhood and early tweens.  At a very early age I knew that some things were better off not remembered or spoken about.

They sure knew how to toughen you up a bit, don’t you think?  However, who could blame them they had to survive in a very hard terrain and their life philosophy had a “no nonsense” approach.  Even though I’m not saying they were handling things the right way,  it was simply a matter of  “things are what they are”.

I’m sure not everyone is tuned in with me in this particular point because some of us love to live stuck in the past.  Some are so into it that posting old pictures is their everyday motto and just love to take the ride down Memory Lane.  Now, now don’t get me wrong I cherish and value my life’s  momentum and memories, but I’m not sure I want to go there sometimes (specially during my childhood).

So my point exactly would be that I’ve never been strong at remaking my memories basically because I don’t deal with them.

Sometimes I read things my one and only brother writes about and I want to kick myself because I simply don’t or can’t remember.

None the less, is it really worth remembering?

I know this to be true because I’ve basically blocked out the time my husband waited for his liver transplant.  We waited for two very long years.   To the point that my children really never knew what happened until very recently when I began telling them anecdotes of how things happened that June 5 almost nineteen years ago.  Without intention I simply chose never to speak about it, not because I didn’t want to share with them our experiences but, because it was too painful.

I guess my mind erased most of my memories because it was trying to protect me.

As parents we are responsible for those first memories are children carry into their adult lives.  The sad part is that we don’t even know it sometimes.

Going back and forth trying to make a point or not make it for all its worth isn’t really going to change the facts or the past.  We are what we are and part of it has to do with how we deal with our past and face our today.  We can stay stuck there forever or move on but, at the end it’s going to depend on us.

Reliving our past over and over again is consuming and believe me its bound to get a hold of our today.  “Nothing and I say nothing”, like the rooster from the Looney Tunes says, is worth compromising our today.

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If you are constantly finding joy in yesterday you’ll miss on today’s happiness.

If your dwelling on yesterday’s misfortune you’ll miss today’s opportunities.

If you are trying to make sense of today using your past, you’ll miss on new experiences of learning.

So you see my dear friends, “de que sirve llorar sobre leche derramada” let the past stay where it belongs and live today’s moments with your eyes and heart open, cherish whatever good you find and move on without regret or remorse, because that’s what living is all about.





Are you out of your mind, I just can’t have fun right now!!!!!!

As we grow old our childhood memories fade away.  We need to make an effort just to trigger our minds to come up with some memories.  Why?

Probably because we stop having time just to have fun.  Childhood and fun are two words that just seem right together. You can’t think of one without the other.   We do make us some good excuses using our friend or foe,  Time,  to back us up.  Personally, I use it to justify myself when I don’t want to deal with something or someone.  I love the statement,

-“I just don’t have the time.”   With the added  hand gestures, and the frown I throw in for free.  My life is complicated right now, what are you saying about having fun????  Are you out of your mind??????

No matter the circumstances in any child’s life, they always find time to have fun.   As a matter of fact, we (as children) also had plenty of  time to have fun.

Coming back to our own childhoods, the other day when my parent’s neighbor passed away, I thought about how it was while I was growing up.  I remembered playing a game we called “palo libre” which was running around and hiding and making it to a tree and touching it while avoiding someone who was there trying to touch you before you were able to touch the tree itself.   It was absolutely super fun, more so if you were playing with a herd of wild crazy kids like yourself.

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Where are all of them today?

We’ve grown apart throughout the years, forgotten shared memories and just let ourselves become adults.  Don’t get me wrong everyone needs to grow up, the thing is that we can do it without losing the simple joys of life.

How can we once again enjoy the simple pleasures in life?  Is it doable?  Can we go back to when having fun was something to do on our To Do List.

Right now, I’m kicking my brains to come up with a way, and my thoughts are empty.

If I would be getting a head CT scan right now, probably the technician would say in shock, “Where did it go?”.  (Referring to my brains.)

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It’s probably because I’m trying to come up with general ideas of regaining our childhood joy.   You can’t go general with this type of thing, you need to go specific.  Which means that I need to think about ways I personally can regain my childhood joy!

Which translates in, everyone has to come up with their own ways.

My own childhood joy maybe would sparkle up my life if I would be;

  • silly,
  • laugh at myself once in a while,
  • make up stories in my head,
  • joke around,
  • run just because I want to not because I need to stay fit,
  • jump out of joy when someone or something makes me happy,
  • laugh out loud even if it’s not proper,
  • share the better side of people (I always use to do this as I child), and
  • look at life with clean eyes (the hardest part, we become so distant from our inner child just be reading the news.)

I will be trying these out myself during the next couple of days.  I’ll begin with smiling instead of frowning and finish it off with some shared laughs with anyone who wants to share a joke with me. I’ll even try relax instead of being so stiff all the time, you never know I may like it so much, I’ll end up being relaxed all the time and  recapture some of my childhood happiness.

I looked at things differently back then, even though my childhood was less than idyllic.

What about you?  What are you willing to do to recapture your inner child and have a little bit of pure fun?