Finding yourself

Chapter of life series: Doing the right thing This subject again... So if you have read my posts before then you understand this is something I struggle with a lot, I believe we all have to do what is right for us. But what exactly is that and how can we tell?   There are times when you can't understand anything from a situation you went through, but then something clicks and you see why that happened. At the moment you just couldn´t see the big picture, it's like you needed a different perspective or the specific angle in order for it to make sense. I know sometimes our actions might not feel like they were the right thing to do but a mistake could potentially be the right choice.  For example:  Let´s assume you have a job, a shitty paying job but a job nonetheless and one day you get anxious and something tells you to quit except you don´t quit because well you need the money. Now what if I told you that “Peter” your co-worker and the one that followed his heart quitted the j

Chapter of life series: Hard to keep in touch, a letter to my friends I was having a conversation the other day with a friend and I asked about a mutual good friend of ours, the conversation went something like: -Hey bro remember -------, how is he? -Don’t really know, we don’t really talk that much anymore but i saw on Instagram he graduated and is doing well for all I can tell. This conversation went on but as it did I started thinking how much I missed spending time with my friends and the more I grow older the less time I spent with them… I started to wonder, why does this happen? A lot of people might blame social media, as it takes away the need to keep in touch because theoretically we are always up to date and therefore there isn’t a need to talk because we constantly see how they are doing, hence less real interaction occurs. The more I thought about it, the more a questions went unanswered and honestly if I found my friends while walking in the streets I know we would have an

Bar stories : Hopeless Have you ever had a bad day?  I mean one of those days where you feel Murphy's law was based on you?  Imagine someone whose entire life was based on Murphy's law, multiply it by a 100 then you can picture the life of the great Lucky Charles. This is the story of Lucky Charles as told by himself when he went in for a drink here at the Red circle . Now, Lucky Charles was a great human being but unfortunately things just didn’t go right for him, every time he came up with a plan, life just kicked him in the balls and denied him the opportunity to finally make it. Lucky Charles wanted to become a singer, Lucky Charles had and incredible voice, the kind of voice we all believe we have when we are singing in the shower.  Charles was incredibly charismatic and that’s why men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him, so charismatic that people in general wanted him to succeed. Lucky Charles had a great childhood, his family did his best to give him the be

Bar stories : The Red circle, once the greatest gentlemen’s club there was in the city, the place where the people who belonged to the highest level of society aimed to be a part of, was now a place where lowlifes gathered. Mostly to plot for illicit activities and have a good time. Thinking about it actually it really didn’t change much except for … well let’s say the way people carry themselves. The games of poker once were about trying to measure one’s ability to play a part but now the players gambled out of vice which can only lead to bad decision making, for example in more than one occasion people lost everything they had just to prove a point. Something stayed the same, or it could be said, someone stayed the same, the family who ran the establishment the Carters. The Red circle has been passed down generation to generation and nowadays it’s the turn for William Carter jr. Now Sadly for William the place was a real challenge but the Carters... They don’t give up, even if t

INDEX |You can find all posted blogs here.| Blogs: Welcome to my blog Chapters of life:         A place just like home                   Finding yourself                           Unapproachable                                Hard to keep in touch                                    Doing the right thing                                         Indiference Bar stories:       A day in the red circle           Hopeless               A day in the red circle part 2 Why I think it's great?:       Youtube

Welcome to my blog: Finding yourself How’s it going? My name is Freddy Jabano, I’m 27 years old currently living in Buenos Aires, Argentina. First of all I want to greet you to my blog page and I hope you enjoy my writings, this post is for you to know more about me and what I try to accomplish with my blogs. I started “Finding yourself”  because it is my way to try and share my opinion on different topics and how what I thought while living through some experiences have helped me become what I believe is a better version of myself. Everyday I try becoming a better version of myself, I always try to improve. I decided to share my personal experiences because I’d like to understand how other people see life and their points of view. This blog divides into 3 series: 1) Chapters of life series : This series is about sharing my point of view and my insights on different perspectives in situations that have happened to me. 2) Bar stories series : Here is where I let my imagi

Chapter of life series: A place just like home The migration experience is a challenge, one that not a lot of people can understand without actually going through with it. Every immigrant has faced the challenges and … well if you have been an immigrant then you can comprehend where I'm going with this. Each one of us who has lived through the experience have been a witness of how hard it is to leave everything behind trying to create a new life, a better life in another country. Just how hard it is not being in the place which represents us the most, it’s hard to feel like you belong with every tradition being so different from the ones of your home country. I know I shouldn’t generalize because there are multiple ways of dealing with this situation and everybody just handles it differently. I believe that many of us have felt that this new place couldn’t ever truly feel like home in at least one occasion. Some people take the concept of home as literally a physical spa

Chapter of life series: Unapproachable About a month ago I was riding a bus on my way to work, I was sitting in one of the front rows of the bus, I noticed a good-looking teenage girl who was seating right in front of me, I could see she was struggling because she had a sad look on her face, as the bus went on it’s route other teenagers were getting on and the bus was getting full. I was looking at the girl and every time one of the teenager dudes approached the seat she was sitting in, she grabbed her things in order to make room for a person to sit right next to her, and they just kept on going without even taking a second look at the girl who was kindly making room for them to sit. I am no stranger to feeling lonely so I could tell immediately how she was feeling. I have been in situations like that one, and it does make you feel lonely because you start asking yourself, am I really so terrible that no one wishes to be near me? Is there something I’m doing wrong? I have l

Chapter of life series: Finding yourself Let's say you are out with friends and you meet a potential significant other, in-between questions one asks the other:  - Tell me about yourself, Who are you? It seems like a simple question, doesn't it? I mean sure there are millions of possible answers to the question and in my case, I tend to look at it in a philosophical way but it's almost impossible to respond. Or at least that's what I used to believe. One way to answer the question is to say your name or where you are from, what and where you studied, you know... facts about you... but  Does that really answer the question? I believe there is no real answer to a question like that, we all have our time periods to find the answer, some of us make take a lifetime to find the answer, some may find it in their teenage years and I suppose it's also possible we may never find the proper answer to the question. I guess what I'm trying to say is that eac