This here by my side is the Esglesia del Pi, located in Barcelona. The tower, which can't be appreciated through this picture, can be seen from La Rambla, but the church itself is well hidden and located in front of a beautiful plaza.

Why does this chuch matter, you might ask yourself, and I will answer you simply. Not only is this an example of the kind of power faith has, to get people to build such enormous and majestuous edifices in the name of something they have never seen, but it is also the church that saw my parents wed. There's two chambers in this church, the main chamber which is accessed through the front door and straight ahead, and there's is a chamber from the entrance to the right. My uncle also married my aunt in this church. They wed in the main chamber, and they remain married to this day. They had two offspring with which I've shared my infance and my years to as late as yesterday, and they're both in college now, as am I. My parents married in the side chamber and divorced after less than a year of being married, but not before they were together for 8 years prior.

What am I getting to here is now what seems to be missing. I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that I don't think humans can see forever, and they can't understand it, yet we make the promise to love forever and to be together for that undetermined length. It's funny how we come to believe in eternity, or how we come to believe in things of which we have have no proof of their existence. It is the irony of the human race, we'll never be able to know everything, but we try... if only we stopped believing in things we cannot see, the world would be a better place.

Well, first entry.

There's a lot to say about firsts... the first day of school, the first kiss, the first girlfriend, the first lay, the first car, the first anything. There's an irony to firsts, it's something that is always built up and whether or not it lives up to what is expected, it'll never be the best, or far from it. Why then, do we care so much about firsts? It's a matter of anticipation... anxiety, if you must. On and on we build an expectancy in our heads of the way things should be, and we then await the moment in which it will happen. It's this state of mind that makes our life a little bit more worth living, because it's a known fact that once routine begins, once we give up on firsts, we lose something, and that something gives interest to things, it gives anticipation...

I suppose my piece of advice for today is don't lose your will to experience new firsts. You will regret it.