I am a tuesday, april 27 from the '93

     Have a great day everyone, to those interested in the zodiac signs, I´m Taurus, I´m an earth-type with dreams that fly high, and that’s how I present before all of you dear friends of Steemit, and this is my story.

     I was born in a clinic in Caraballeda, Vargas state, in the Republic of Venezuela, not in the bolivarian one. My first two years of my life were hard, between in and outs from hospitals due to a factory defect I came with, that today translates into a lack of endurance while running and my torso looking like a mix between Swiss cheese and mountainous terrain. My parents were overprotective of me until I turned 10, or at least they said that they were until that age, maybe it was their fear of watching me again bedridden or they just accustomed themselves of enveloping me inside a bubble. I can’t say my childhood was rough or difficult; it was sickly, with allergies once in a while and a hoarse voice other times. Being an only child, and not because my parents didn’t wanted to have more but due to the fear of going through the same they went through with me; I invested a lot of my time in company of anime and videogames; those were good times.

     Starting my adolescence, I have got used to being lonely and like it that way; it was peaceful and allowed me to introduce myself even more in what I liked anime and videogames. However, those two hobbies that kept me entertained provoked in me several things; one of those was trying to imagine my voice in Japanese; and the other was an imagination that begun expanding at such extent that I could create worlds inside my head. Something that I lived with during my introverted puberty so I could cope with everyday problems and some desires that filled my head through those days. Besides an absurd amount of imagination and creativity, it also generated a problem; it made me an incredibly good liar (Something that I am not proud of at all). Just for the sake of escaping, either avoiding troubles or just to excuse myself from things I was uncomfortable with, I lied; it was as natural for me as it is to breathe. Is quite bad saying it aloud but it is the truth, an ugly one indeed.

     I wasn’t a bad student at all, I was average; average because I didn’t really cared about making an effort at all, just studying for the test was the thing during my school days; oh boy, such damage I did to me with that. In the end I only excelled in what I was interested in, even being the best of the class in those subjects; in the other ones, I just did the minimal effort so I could approved them. Is in those moments of introspection that I think to myself that if I had invested more time studying I could have gotten a scholarship in some university and graduated in some career that probably would have not been the one I want. It was then when I began the university, Civil Engineering in the UCAB; it was there where I started to find my way, don’t get me wrong because my university life was a mess, and not because I was a failure in what I was doing (at least not so awful). But through six long years I truly understood who I was, what I was made of, what was my reality, my surroundings, the society I live in, and it was then that the bubble that my parents worked so hard to kept in blew away, more ridiculously explosive than a Michael Bay film.

     My career was like those relationships where the idiotic man is treating the woman like garbage, but she still thinks that he can changes because “he loves her”. Well, I was the woman and engineering was the man. My first nightmare was with the Calculus, for the first 3 years of my career; Descriptive Geometry, a.k.a. Destructive Geometry; then Rational Mechanics; and finally, the icing of the cake, Material’s Resistance, was the last nail in the coffin, the Thanos of my universe. In that masochistic parade, I felt that I had to give up but then I pass an important test that gave me a second chance at approving a subject, breaking my back studying and managing to pass by an inch, saving the subject and advancing through the career. It was a placebo effect that kept me doped, believing myself as a future engineer; but that lasted until my eight semester; the fall happened. Not just because I was at the margin of being expel from the Engineering faculty, due to the excessive failures with Material’s Resistance, but also the crisis that was swallowing the country finally knock at my house’s door.

     It was eating or paying the semester, a hard decision that since that day I do not regret. By the time of my dropout, I have met for the second time the love of my life, my wife. We were a couple back at school but our immaturity killed our love. The reunion happened when we were in the second year of our respective careers, she as an UCV student and I was a UCAB one. She gave me the strength to keep walking the dark path of my career until one day, thanks to her; I realized that if I followed that path I would end up killing myself, metaphorically and spiritually speaking. If I do managed to graduate from Civil Engineering, what could have been the price for reaching that goal? My departure from the UCAB happened in 2016, and already by September I was working in one of the reasons my country, Venezuela, is in a raging crisis, the government area. I lasted a year with four months in that hellhole, passing through hardships in a place that was three hours from my home, and working for a salary that the same crisis swallowed up as candy throughout the time I worked there.

     The working environment in the government area is odd, with many shades of color because in one side you watch the people that genuinely works with passion, that loves their job, and make everyone know it. While in the other side you see those that really, really, and I mean REALLY, hate what they do; the ones that needs a job just to bring income to their homes at the cost of their well-being; those whose mere presence brings unhappiness to yours. I was in the middle, I guess, because regardless of where I was; I needed to deliver a good job and find a way to adapt, somehow, to the situation at hand. But it were those individuals I talked before, that if they wanted to make you miserable you can be damn sure that they will do it, just for the sake of feeling powerful. It was a bizarre environment that withered away your very existence if you are not able of withstand it, even if you were aiming for giving the people a proper service and do a good job. During those times, I discovered one of my passions, the writing; it was a little escape from the lazy days at that work.

     In the four months prior resigning, I wrote a novel, various shot stories and started some other novels. I felt free while writing and letting my imagination flow; it flowed so well that I ended up filling up lots of pages in just an hour. All that happened during a transition process in the administration that ended up in unfair work conditions that culminated on my resignation. We were already in February 2018 and by that time, I was finally married to my first and only girlfriend, since my school days and eventually reunited in our university times; but now we had a little person between us. It was for my wife, and through her help, that I managed to improve so many things that were wrong in me, I even stopped lying (too much); she taught me spirituality and that the truth is always better than any lie; I became better for the sake of being better for her.

     At the end of the same year I found a job in an event-maker agency as a Graphic Designer; something that I really wanted to be since I was young but in my country if you are not a doctor, an engineer, lawyer, or politician, then your work is neither good nor important. Moreover, it was in those times that I found my other passion, and the one I think that brings me the most happiness and prosperity for my life, the Graphic Design. I worked there for six months, and this time around it wasn’t the work that was bad or the environment, but the president of the agency was an asshole and he never knew how to administer his finances and ended up broke, falling the agency with him. Besides, the odds were against us in our effort to making the agency sail through the tumultuous sea that is my country. Although, thanks to those seven months that I improved drastically my graphic designer skills and even allowing me to work as a freelance, earning more in one month as a freelance designer than in all my other works together. Doing something that I’m sure to say I love and that I want to keep improving on it and developing my skills at it.

     Nowadays I’m happier than ever, more independent, working harder every day to accomplish my goals; whether for improving myself to the most important, giving my family a safer place to live and be happy, where nothing is amiss. Eventually I will find a place where to study Graphic Design, graduate and receive my diploma with the greatest smile of my life and my pride higher than the sky. I’ll open a Graphic Design Enterprise, where I’ll work hard to be among the best. Meanwhile, I’m humble, I have this little brand, Design Delivery, which is the foundational stone of everything I have to accomplish, and with honest and hard work I will reach.