A man
starts scratching around his knuckles; there are so many mosquitoes flying by.
Some thoughts are finding a way to stay inside his head; they don´t want to
become words so the man keeps them silent until they turn into oblivion. But oblivion
is not a place, nor a circumstance, it is more like a period, a hold on period
in which some other urges take charge of the man’s thinking. That’s when the
problem might take place: A thought stays in oblivion usually when it’s
companioned by a feeling. That’s why when the man, let’s say, gets over; he
actually thinks he’s forgotten whatever he never said… but he felt, felt it the
same way when he believed he forgot, and remembers again, and now frustrated. Not
because what he should have said but because he’s realized that every time such
a feeling takes over, those thoughts will wonder in is head again… How might
you be preventive from feeling? We think we get consciously in an upper way by consuming
new experiences so we let go past thoughts… We’re not. Feelings don’t attach
thoughts the way thoughts do it with the feelings. In other words: You may feel
the same at different, even controversial, situations (Thoughts I mean) and
such memories (thoughts I mean) will never bring along a different sense from
the one kept in oblivion with… What do you remember? Perhaps more accurate: How
do you remember it? How can you stop
bringing these thoughts?
Blog dedicado a la redacción de escritos, en su mayoría originales. /Blog focused on original writings mostly
jueves, 16 de febrero de 2017
miércoles, 14 de diciembre de 2016
Changes and Chances
Since I know I should be leaving a
few words written before I go, here it is. I’m trying to come up with something
while typing these letters, but I don´t know, nothing comes and I probably won´t
have any other chance until tomorrow perhaps, perhaps not even; let’s see…
Three days ago we’ve heard about
some changes at the economic scenario (in Venezuela there’s always an important
and vital change that will decide our fate – this time – for good) Changes lately turn into more waiting lines to be standing and less chances for people’s achievements
of any kind. Now something has just come up, in English, which is good I guess.
We’ve been forced to establish a sort of cruel relation between Changes and
Chances. It is only a letter you substitute, but it’s a whole different thought
and this is when the cruelty arises: every change the government ordains
actually kills somebody’s chance. So food and toilette paper are not the only
thing we’re lacking (I know you’ve heard some about it) we’re running out of
chances by executive orders. I know these previous words look foolishly tragic
and it’s not the point. The fact the chances get less pushes everyone do
something (I’m writing to you, for example) A new concept of hope is now going
along with people’s doings. A pretty girls tries harder to look prettier
because now she knows pretty won’t be enough anymore, and something similar
happens with a robber too, he also tries harder, especially with the problem of
the bills. I hope myself too. That’s why this blog exists…
I’m running out of time, by the way.
Thank you, for every time, for everything…
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