Every time you remember, memory tells you a story. Understand it, it is difficult for him to live again the same as you lived a year, two, five or fifty years ago. Difficult or impossible. So many times everything depends on what you want to remember. From your state of mind, from your conscious interests. Or unconscious. Somehow it is as if the unconscious manages us. And we do what he marks us without knowing or why. Their reasons are hidden. But this is only part.
Then there is another. Of which we are owners. From now. Of this moment. Things for many are not as they would like. Because of the crisis, because of unemployment, and all that it entails. People need to work, feel useful, feel that they are not deceived, that they are not laughed at (the speeches of many who call themselves representatives of the people are hurtful to intelligence and sensitivity) People need a minimum to live. To eat, sleep and dream.
If the population is treated as an idiot they are likely to become an idiot. Many times people end up being how others see them. Letting yourself be carried away by that current, even if it is unreal, false or absurd. In a way, we are like mice in an experiment where they have been put into an uncontrollable world, where sometimes we can't get anything we want..
If they tell us that we cannot find a job, it is likely that we feel unable to find it, if we need to have a size 38 to be happy, if we demand to look good with everyone and repress (or not even know what we think) if we need an advertisement smile to smile, a house we own to be a person as some god intended ... and countless other things.
If all that is necessary, maybe some of us have got the wrong planet. At that moment I remember Mafalda, she was so wise, saying "please stop the world, I want to get off." But only in a comedy tone. If getting off is dying, I want to get to the last stop of destiny. And while we are still on this earth ball, if we do not stop listening to pre-made speeches that others create to control the world, we will end up making each of the points without even realizing it.. Living like automatons, like machines. As the opposite of freedom.
If you maintain your state of mind, if you do not allow yourself to be decayed by the negative thoughts of others and the world, the memory will play from that starting point. He will tell you happy things. The best of your childhood if you go back to the past, when playing and learning were the same. When there was not so much seriousness and black suits. When you grew older and started practicing living more consciously. Thinking more. Questioning what they sell us. That there is not only one truth. That the world is very wide and very open. That many things fit. A lot of ideas. Lots of good ones. That now, this moment is your life. Neither yesterday nor tomorrow. At some point of those, from your childhood until now, surely someone revealed secrets of the world to you. One of them is trusting yourself.
The mystery of someone who reinvents himself, someone who gets up from the ground or underground, someone who has ideas that seem crazy and then become tangible, someone who finds new paths to travel, someone who has the solution to the problem, someone who builds projects, the one who counts all the stars, the one who turns his wound into light, the one who plans the sky, the one who creates some art. Any of them trust that they can do it. That is why he does it. And works. You just have to believe that you can do it. And from there start working on it. That easy.
Although it is easier to drop, cry and curse the world, the people, the politicians, the shit of life that we have had to live, and lie down all day, so as not to waste a drop of energy, to consume ourselves in sadness, in our navel, on our shortest path to bitterness and death, with an untapped life behind us.
But I don't want to be just another sheep, even if it's easier than anything else, I want to live a conscious life, thinking, trying, looking for exits, bridges, doors, lights ... and not just see the crisis poster that takes you to a dark meadow where they want humanoid sheep to graze.
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