Influence.

Hoy he decidido cambiar drásticamente la forma de mis entradas... Bueno, más que la forma, el idioma. La entrada de hoy la publicaré en inglés, es algo que simplemente me apetecía hacer, pero entiendo que no todo el mundo maneje bien el idioma o que a unos os cueste más que a otros, por lo que esta será mi primera y única vez.

Bueno, dicho esto, os dejo con ella, espero que os guste.

There's a point in your life, usually when you're young, when you determine who you're going to be for the people around you. It's never really an exact moment in time, like sitting down to make a list of things that you will alter about yourself to fit the socially acceptable mold... It's more a series of moments, when you concede to the idea that someone else knows better. 

No one ever makes these decisions consciously, with the purpose of someone who knows they are changing themselves forever and unalterably. But, still, these decisions are inherent in growing up, and will shape the way we live the rest of our lives; the way we act and react to situations that are thrust upon us when we age.

When you're young and still moldable, there's a level of influence that friends hold, no matter what the guidance counselors and motivational speakers will tell you about being yourself: "Be yourself and people will like you; be yourself and you'll find out who your true friends are; be yourself and you can do anything".

Chances are, if we were all really ourselves all the time, everyone would be alone.

Your friends during childhood are those perpetual determiners of your fate. No matter how old you get, you look back at those remembered friendships for guidance in how to proceed with new ones. Your first friends taught you friendship etiquette: They taught you want traits of your personality were unacceptable, and you changed to accommodate. They molded you into someone they were comfortable with, and you, in turn, molded them. Some people are more accommodating to these changes; others retain more of their original selves.

In the end, though, we all cast ourselves into our surroundings, bending until we fit without discord. The people who don't… Well, they don't really fit anywhere, do they?

But, sometimes, maybe you aren't supposed to let them mold you at all.

¡Hasta la semana que viene!