sourceA burst of emotions. # Every morning, in the last few days, when I go in to check my hive posts, which I write with a lot of passion and energy, I get a burst of mixed emotions. # In recent times my publications have not been valued by the readers with the expectations with which I have created them. Many times you think that a person can burst with joy or anger; but you can also feel a burst of frustration when you can't find the reasons why you fail in an activity to which you have put so much love. # Today, for example, I also had that feeling of frustration when I read some highly valued publications, i.e. with good rewards, but their authors use foul language and coarse language in their narratives and I wonder if that is the style that the reader likes. In other cases, the article is completely unrelated to the proposed topic, which I believe is the objective of the challenge.# I am convinced that it is not so, even if I do not have the votes I want, I will continue writing with respect, with formality, trying to learn in some cases to develop the narrative of story styles, since all my life I was trained in the academic and literary style of essays to propose my ideas. # What I can't deny is that Hive has been a pop of emotions for me; every day when I look for the topics they propose and the results I get, I get a pop of emotions.

The theme proposed as a daily challenge brought me many anecdotes of my youth, I have only changed the name of the character the rest is a real story of my college life. # The big day had arrived, the date that all the students in the classroom were anxiously awaiting the presentation of the final paper. The exposition of this essay meant the passing grade of the course, as good students we left it to the last minute to finish the presentation. The night before it was 3 o'clock in the morning and we did not manage to finish the essay. # At dawn we headed to the university with a sense of defeat and at the same time with sorrow to see and talk to the professor to seek a second chance. None of us in the group dared to show our faces, suddenly our classmate Erick said: I'll do it, leave that to me... indeed when we arrived at the classroom he patiently advanced directly to the professor. His body exhibited a great naturalness, feigning a face of sadness and concern... suddenly he began to tell a fictitious tragic story that had happened to him the day before, which was the reason why he had been unable to fulfill his part of the essay. He asked to be punished and not the rest of the group; therefore he begged the teacher for a second chance to present this essay. He was so good that the teacher gave us a second chance. #

that sinking feelingAnne's big day had arrived, she would be presenting to the company's senior management. Just about 10 days ago, she was surprised when she was appointed to present the 2025 sales plan at such a high level. # During those days, she did her best to present the best information possible, to fight against the internal currents of the company who were reluctant to hand over the data and against one other executive who resented with jealousy that she had been given the opportunity to present to the bosses. # Once she had completed the dossier with the information she started to work on her presentation, she decided to innovate and present a video on the benefits of the proposal she was presenting... So she started her presentation, when she decided to click on it to present her video, the cursor took on a life of its own, due to nervousness, and inadvertently landed on a video of her children. She began to explain her sales plan while her children on the big screen were playing and running in the backyard of Anne's house... oh my god... the sinking feeling was enormous, her cheeks turned white as snow, her hands stopped shaking because they were petrified of fear and sorrow.# A few seconds turned into a sensation of eternity; the more she saw the mocking face of her adversaries, the greater was the feeling of sinking. She was finished, her career as an executive was dying at birth! In fractions of a second she regained control, still with sorrow on her face, she addressed her bosses directly: “This proposal that I bring you today, I made it thinking of my children, thinking of the future of the company, if sales go well we will all do well, we are a big family. The applause and satisfaction of the boss pulled her out of the pit where she had fallen.

In life, as on the snowy road, you need traction.Sitting in the back seat of her brother-in-law Neyla's car, she was traveling with the rest of the family to a new city, her marriage had failed, it never started. # As she traveled she looked out the window at the landscape, suddenly a soft and consistent snowfall began to fall, little by little the snowflakes were whitening the road ... what had been so far a quiet and uneventful journey began to become a little different. # His brother-in-law's expression had changed, his hands were clinging to the steering wheel, and as the kilometers went by, the snow-whitened road made the vehicle lose traction more and more. Everyone on board began to notice how the car was slipping and the wheels were skidding... the moment came when it became unbearable... Rosemary, his sister spoke to her husband: - John you must do something because the car is losing traction, you should stop so you can put the chains on. John nodded with a smile trying to give a sense of security... So at the first opportunity he stopped and began to mount the chains. #

A square sphere... # In nature God created the circle, in humanity man created the square, and in this way the world is configured. From human reasoning began this struggle for the creation or invention of things. Man in his eagerness to demonstrate that he is as powerful as God has developed his ingenuity to create millions of objects and gadgets. With a few exceptions they are all square. Whereas everything of divine origin has cyclical behavior. # The cycle of life, the water cycle, the trunks of trees, the seeds of the plants that feed us, are round, oval or elliptical in shape. It is God's way of telling us that nothing is impossible, that there are no limits. That our capacity for creation is not exhausted, but that it transforms and expands. Our mind is also born with this conception of the sphere. # So when did we begin to want to make a square sphere? Perhaps we cannot pinpoint an exact date or time. But there are great signs. At some point the carpenter stopped making round tables that gave a sense of equality to start making them square, with square legs, with square chairs for the powerful to sit on the end. From a very early age we wrote on square sheets of paper, full of lines that form rectangles, and god forbid a child dares to step out of the line...he is punished.

Grandfather I have to write an essay on power, how can I approach it? Dear grandson, authors have written a lot with different approaches. I want to do it differently! So write that power is always held by a clique, Even if time goes by, it's always the same ones.