Why are we like?

Publicado por Patricio Varsariah el viernes, febrero 26, 2016

If there are things I do not want to tell, not by selfishness. It is not wanting to hurt you. It is sad to talk about this concept, but if you think about it, it is. We try to go to "float" trampling our fellow men. We became obsessed to be the best, by passing in front of the other, to have more, thinking only of oneself. We are capable of destroying whatever, in order to get the desired improvement. If we are able to destroy a planet, what will not be able? Sometimes I think, why "pattern" we go. Have we lost consciousness? It will distrust, auto demands, or we may feel subjected to "mental programs" which make us what we we install in blindness, without observing that we are constantly hurting.

Only look to some topics such as religion, politics, sex, misunderstood wars, regardless of who abuse, drugs, unlimited power, money, games, etc. etc. And speaking of family and friends, I prefer not to talk, it's all grudges, misunderstandings, interests, etc. Human beings generally is an intelligent being, but if it is not educated and aware of their own actions, loses control of his ideas and actions, making true committing atrocities, we could ever imagine.

I worry a lot as we are becoming more violent. Sometimes I am, who can not articulate words. EXPERIMENT wanted to say something, but I do not know, I can not get to express myself, I would like to say something so self convince the tremendous atrocities that the world surrounding us. I understand that there are no flat roads on the journey of life, are all ups and downs. So to make our life bearable we have to get used to the ravages of time and the injustices of those around us.

Oh God! Why do we let ourselves be dragged by evil ?, and we rejoice in our welfare, sometimes watching the suffering of others, experiencing a morbid pleasure. This makes us evil, inhuman, violent, making our passions drag us, dominate us through resentment and envy. I know that before all this, no choice but to move forward we have, but recognize that it is sad to live in a permanent state and seeing that we are continually hurting.

Sometimes it is necessary to understand that suffering we see, is a mechanism that helps us by nature or should help us cope with those situations that hurt us. But how do you turn them off, to continue? No, I am not able to understand how this society works or what is the end to which we want to reach, but we experience a certain anxiety that without remission some leave us without argument, repeated a thousand times: Why are we like?

Perhaps that suffering and life attached to us by nature, is not enough and we have to live with that "harm" daily see before our fellowmen. To get overcome the pain that both invades us is necessary not collapse and refuse to become victims, making those events we do not hurt our feelings and be able to respond to the loss of our authentic self, getting that way to continue forward.

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I do not know where in the world you will not even know if you exist. But I am excited to think that at some point someone will open your computer and come here to these letters. He read it and know that it is written for: Man or woman, young or old ... so what? I write these lines to someone who knows what it is to feel alone or lonely. These cards are for someone who needs a hug or afraid. A person who has seen some morning clear their mistakes and their consequences. Someone in the desire to be otherwise always stumble on the same stone, that surprises us because it is part of what we really are, even if not suspect. I write to discover who frequently excited / or with the heart spinning like a pinwheel wish but this hopeful recognize where the wind comes from.

Someone well understood that some days the world is very short and others imprisons his shadow, know also comprise heavy and leaden days when we are stuck, without direction or course and we need someone on our side grip the wheel. It is recognized in that effort rowing, paddling and rowing again until land appears on the horizon. These charts are for those who feel all that and more but do not dare leave the soul to hear those rhythms in samba.

You see, friend, stranger still, I was thinking how beautiful it would be that everyone else would have written a letter or a poem dedicated, inspired by it, created by its mere existence. And that all people sense that someone else would be remembered with affection, and not the most beautiful thing you have shown, but still having taught the monster that also house. The reason for these cards is you. You will not be one / or those who refer this following saying: "NOBODY IS MORE THAN ONE WHO ALONE HAS NEVER RECEIVED A LETTER"

My goal: to live is to live with all illusion, as high-flying balloon. Spotting the view from the top, appreciating the beauty beneath my feet, carefully observing everything my way, so no one hurt me. Just so I can feel free, like the moon loves the sea, and the air in your eyes, as the land under the sun. My dream is a world of feelings, the sorrows, laughing, crying, smiles, is the most certain way.