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We all come to a point in our lives when we want to let go.  We want to remove from our future what dragged us down in our past, or to simply start again. Occasionally, life forces us to this point as it's gentle push forward toward a clearer perspective. We are reminded that we are no longer defined by who we once were, our past, but rather who we have become. As part of my personal attempt to achieve this, I tried to delete a lot of my online accounts today. Keyword being "tried." But it's true what they say about the world wide web, once we commit, seems like we're bound for life. I struggled to delete everything. Firstly, the process of deleting all the interlinked accounts is extremely complex. Secondly, it takes so much effort to comb through years of online media to completely remove yourself from the web and finally, and most thought-provokingly, because it is a struggle to let go of our past.  To erase everything would mean erasing collections

"Perhaps people will learn to love Spain when the show finally ends," - Del Bosque .  I saw in their eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day had come when the strength of Spain failed, when they sacrificed Xavi Hernandez and broke the most important bonds of fellowship on the field. An hour of Dutch and another of shattered defences, when the era of Spanish football came crashing down. This day they fought, by all that they held dear on this good earth - but Spain are done with their philosophical game. The day had come. People questioned whether Vincente Del Bosque would offer up the "high priests" of intelligent football, the master minds of both FC Barcelona and Real Madrid, Xavi Hernandez and Xabi Alonso.  The answer was yes, if that's what it took. Grace sat on the bench, making room for desperation on the field.  The desperation that other teams once clung to when they thought of the great Spanish Nation.  Spain, unf