First things first

This is a blog of mistakes, grammar mistakes. So, if you got here by accident, excpect to see a lot of typos and misspellings. The idea is to practise the english writing, to see our improvement on a daily basis. And write it wrong, until we got it right. We hope this blog to be a powerful tool on making english language part of our lives. Cause that's what we want: speak better, listen better and write better.

So, sorry for the mistakes. They'll vanish almost completely soon. =)

My doubt, my hope, my hurt

It’s not just too simple to make a decision. Even more when this decision is about the rest of our lives. It’s not that easy to choose the harder way. The unsafe way. But yeah, how they say: the harder, the better. Because in the end of the worst track, it will be the most beautiful view.

Canada had never been a dream. But Brazil had become a nightmare. Every Brazilian citizen can say why. We live among fear and violence, there’s no respect for life, for society, for rules... there’s no respect for people. We feel stuck all the time. Stuck by traffic, stuck by violence, stuck by no hope. I’m fighting right now for a mediocre life, where I’ll have a little more of money and stability, but I won’t be immune from these nightmares above. It’s not what I want for my life. It’s not.

But what I really want? I don’t know.

Canada is now my easiest option to follow. It’s quite easy to go to Canada, comparing with others possible countries I would like to live. I know it’s cold and stuff, but I really guess that the good things are bigger than this little detail. Vancouver, specially, seems to be a lovely place to spend a lifetime. I’ll go for it.

Anyway… My thoughts are a mess. I love my family too much to go away, but I can’t give up of my dreams because of it. For now… Just let it go.

When will we getting there?

We use to ask ourselves when we’ll getting there. When our lives is gonna change. When we’ll finally be satisfies with the way we get. But… think with me… what’s the life but an unfinished look for the perfection? We’ll never getting there. But no one will.