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martes, 22 de septiembre de 2015
Don't be so eager to be remembered, you might end up doing things you will be remembered for, but with cries of hatred rather than with tears of joy, although if you want to be remembered there you go. Although being remembered shouldn't be a crucial part of your life, in half a century, Jesus Christ will be another myth, joining the likes of Zeus and Venus and so on. Who is going to be Stalin in 1000 years? Humans have a tendency of forgetting history, whether we like it or not, we need to at the very least acknowledge it.
Why do being connected makes us feel the way it does, rather than some other way it could be, being connected to something may cause a feel of repulsion, but it does not, why? And why do we crave it so much? Perhaps these are highly personal questions, but for me its crucial to have a shot at these big questions, to ponder in my loneliness, about the fragile human condition and what makes it up. We might as well have developed the other way around, and crave loneliness, and to an extent we sometimes do, but we desire much more to be connected, why is that? That question intrigues me, it feels important and a big part of our condition. At the end, is just a matter of questioning the status quo, and to feel alive.
Perpetual rain, showering vast fields of grass, looking relaxed and sorrowless, deep nature never looked so good. The rain goes on, without anything to stop the mighty rain, the trees kneeling before her all wanting a piece of her. Small bushes get crushed by the tall and strong trees, and so life goes on, not rushing, not troubled.
There is much to learn from trees, rain, and Nature in general, but the kind of vast landscapes and gigantic, magnificent fields strike me the most. We, perhaps should stop all at once, to have a glare at the very least, to treasure and cherish our mother Nature. We should, once in a while position ourselves in the perspective of the enormous bits of nature, and for once in our lives stop troubling ourselves for little things. We need to learn to cherish existence, rather than just breathe, move around and continue to exist. Thus, I ask you a very simple thing, not to be a romantic nothing of the sort, but to live, rather than just subsist. Live properly, live like everything is new, everything us refreshing to look at, look at thing through different perspectives, rather than just use your simple human mind, think globally, universally if possible. We have stopped dreaming. We have become complacent and, rather disinterested in the precious side of nature, and that is a pity. We as a society worship new buildings, more everything is more. We get it, it's the future, but shouldn't we sometimes stop and just have a look outside our great walls? Great concrete and steel giants are covering up our eyesight, but is that all we want to see? Rain has turned melancholic, rather than cheerful as rain should be. Rain is the most beautiful thing in the world, it is the one who brings life to Earth.
Shouldn't we take a little time to appreciate our enviroment? We need to preserve and cherish, while there's still time. Otherwise, the land our children inherit, will be just one great big ball of concrete.
sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2015
miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2015
I was up there, a top a mountain, when I realized just how puny Man is, there were the clouds meet the ground, millions of shades of green, becoming darker as the eye roamed freely through the landscape. There, I looked down, and saw a little city, with little maze-like streets, and tiny people the size of ants, moving along with their sorrows and issues, and I laughed. Who am I to judge? Yet at that moment, I came to my senses and realized how tiny our existence is, the wild, stretching out for thousands of kilometers. Our cities of no comparable size. This experience made in me a profound statement, to treat man more kindly and to recognize just how fragile we all are, to be more humble.
The faint image of the sun rising above the bad designed buildings, buildings that rise up far above street level. The sun looks almost as a mirage, and the very top of the gray buildings mix in a near homogeneous composition. The occasional sound of a passing plane distracts us from our tedious life, not a soul is seen in the street. The streets are dead, there is no way for us to glimpse our fellow humans, we are alone, prostrated against the mighty concrete giants. Yet, there is no sadness, no emotion, purely mechanized actions, as if we were robots.
There is nothing to be seen, nor to be felt, nor to be experienced. There is nothing, nothing but our being, which is in turn also nothing.
How insignificant we may feel, it is truly a humbling scene, making us realize our troubles and sorrows, yet it is the perfect opportunity to face them with courage and stoicism. This type of feeling, of scenery is of no less importance than the one we receive gladly, like a sunrise or sunset, the beach, the sun rays melting with the golden brown beaches, the bright of the summer tree leaves, looking like polished emeralds, the path of nature and so on. It is to make us feel the often forgotten emotion of "melancholy" which is deeply important to the human condition.
martes, 15 de septiembre de 2015
Suicide is merely a liberation from the utter pain that is existence.
Suicide, we talk so little about suicide, yet it is a high cause of death in the world. What is there to be understood and what is to be done? Why must all the failures of one man fall all unto him, why is it a pain to admit that a man may not be the prime cause of all his misfortunes, and even if he was, he doesn't deserve such a miserable existance, He's a human being after all. Remember, there's no such thing as a fully meritocratic society. Man is always biased and always will be. Either by status, acquaintances or other factors.
There are other causes for it, a love affair gone terribly bad. Why, o why must life be so terribly unfair when it comes to love. It is not the one that loves the hardest that ultimately becomes happy. It is, perhaps rather strinkingly, the one that shows a little distance, and knows how to handle a relationship, according to modern era standards. What a doomed existance for us hopeless romantics don't you think? I'm really really shy, yet when I fall, I fall deep, my mind can't be taken off the person, my language forms involuntarily into beautiful poems to cherish my most precious possesion, at least for a moment or two. I can see the pain of going through that kind of break up, I can see tears, and, if someone's too deep, eventually suicide. What a cruel society has teached us to despise romantics, cruel indeed. Poor souls, doomed by their ideas, martyrs of romanticism.
I suggest you to look refuge in nature, works for me at least. Just look at the magnificent little trees, shining bright like precious emeralds under the imponent sun. The Sun possesses an effect to make nature happier, to make it a little bit more joyful. To feel the energy of the sun in your back and to really feel yourself as one under the sun, as one with the Earth, trees and everything around you. That everything around you wishes you to continue, everything around you loves you. Laugh whenever confronted with the absurdity of daily life, read plenty, and trust me, you will be fine.