Life moves on.

I wasn't feeling right last week, the situation had me thinking about many things about my life.

In particular this issue was raised, and that was how much ones think he knows and how much he thinks he don't know…very broad statement however is it possible that one looks upon things through a lens can previous experience really matter at the end or not ?

What really counts as an experience at the end?

I think of my mistakes and things that I had planned in the past, and those ones that could or might have happened if we were to be together.

I can recall my few years after she left me, with some kind of amazement indeed.. if it was not for school and work and the struggle involved in between, I am not sure what I would have done then, living alone like I did.

Also think from her side which is normal, she did not see the situation the same way I saw it, I was struggling with my visa and with my stay papers, and I had flipped through schools and majors at schools plus on more personal level I was a afraid to fly in America ever since 2003 to be exact I think the shit put on television got to me at last thought that was not the case before.
There with security guards stopping any brown person Latino or otherwise
I think I mentioned to her on many times and I think either she did not understand or she really did not care or maybe I don’t know.

Could it be possible that I over estimated the whole thing ?
Could it be possible I cant call this all as in amateur move at all which brings me to my point...its not.

This was a normal love story and broader patrol and inspection officers were the ones playing the inbetweens.
Plus it show how much those two cultures developed and undeveloped some how cant mix with out a power struggle of some sort,.

On the personal level I think I hated the fact that she did not tell me all this at the end or in the process of being together, I think that is what angered me, this loose way of doing things did not work and I think that was perhaps hurts me the most, the lack of communications and loosing at the common solution.

I had tried on many occasions to assimilate to that culture I think I did well except I did not do well in the language part, out of laziness but more I drew from those who were in similar situations around and they also did not bother to know more about that language or culture because at the end it wasn't what got them in the relationship in the first place.