| 1. | You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period. |
| 2. | You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life." |
| 3. | There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work." |
| 4. | Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. |
| 5. | Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned. |
| 6. | "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here." |
| 7. | Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. |
| 8. | What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. |
| 9. | Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. |
| 10. | You will forget all this. |
Cinco meses después de salir de mi país, aun extraño todo en la misma medida. Todo lo no material. Cinco meses después de haber vivido en Medellín, asumí el reto. Cinco meses después comprendí lo que es vivir el día a día. No esperé nada del día siguiente, con poco salí a diario con mi mejor cara, a atender cada cliente con todo lo que tenía y más. Dediqué mis días no solo a vender sino a escuchar. A diario escuchaba historias de cada uno de mis clientes, de todo tipo de historias. Cada uno dejaba algo de ellos dentro de mí. Si pudiese plasmar en una foto cada una de sus caras, no dudaría en hacerlo. Cada uno merece su puesto. Desde el niño pequeño con una incansable alegría, con el que hablaba de cosas que sólo los niños saben mirar. Hasta el señor con el que no hablaba pero veía a diario llegar a su casa, desgastado, cansado y quizá un poco desesperanzado. De observar y hablar con la gente aprendí mucho, quizás más de lo que hubiese a...
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