Places Are Transitory

I remember my natal city, the city where I spent most of my childhood and probably the best moments of my life. The city where nothing else mattered but enjoying life and being happy. It makes me look at my future, a future I don’t want to be any different from the present. Even though the world keeps spinning and changing people’s lives, I don’t want my life and my happy moments to change. I know that the important thing is not the place you are in but the people you are with. Places just like anything else are transitory, but family is forever. It doesn’t matter where you go, it matters who you go with.

Ciudad Bolívar, Venezuela.