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Loans, from another angle, bring balance to work and society relationships, I guess. I guess I have too much balance of that kind. I've been trying to deal with this balanced world which is my current situation. I quit smoking a few years ago. I thought it was no good for balance. Nevertheless, I'm still surrounded by the smoke, smoke in the air, smoke on my door, in my bed, over my plans for life, surrounding my faith. I guess I finally got the purpose of these words: This is faith based on smoke. That's how many of us get to believe in anything, and maybe that's why believing is so hard on our eyes, because of the smoke. Good business for dentists and for dental plans. Smoke trust, smoke faith; everything is blurry: ashes, ashes on my fingertips, on hers, on everyone's. Let's just wish for the day to end. Too much breathing in closed spaces, too many doors shut and too thick feelings from this smell of smoke. It's hard to keep the faith, I would have to get back to smoking... I didn't, I'm not, I wouldn't really do so but I think I will keep pushing thoughts as they were the drags I may be smoking in every break I take, just as long as you're still with me on this.

So, are you still with me? There's always something good coming up. It's this preconception that good means wealth that is having us chasing goals. Goal is a very wide word. Goal gives shelter to so many situations. Perhaps it was this compulsion to set everything in goals, (and therefore talk about achievements) that has forced us take closer look to results rather than watching the development of a progress. Progress has been kidnapped by politicians, by the way. Progress and Goal went out one day and got lost from Faith. It could be Faith's fault when it decided to smoke itself in the air and in our thoughts. Our thoughts need to grow deep and clear to get dressed by perspectives properly, and not just impulsively since there are so many of it. We need to rescue our terms before the social media turns them entirely. Books haven't been burned down yet, so we might have some chance, otherwise we'll start conceiving failure by denying it, which will tend to be how we'll end up accepting everything.

Deny your failure by pointing someone else's, by mocking them. Schaffenfreunde! Voila! Success is kidnapped too. Is it Cosmo-vision for English as it is in Spanish? There are so many fellow countrymen in sorrow because of this ethnocentric meaning for the word “work”. It is a process, I guess. In a virtual society measured from Failure to Success through Goals (Whatever we call goals) Social Status made its entrance by redefinition. It's more about what I show than what I have. I have a son, and another one is coming as this is being written. I want to think these words might give them a glance of the world I would like to show them. A world of recorded tapes and VCRs. Nostalgia sold out! Not really. I want them to touch and see beyond the screens. I am going to play them as much rock music as I possibly can. I refuse to accept Reggaeton as a style of music. Not for me, neither for them. Words must be rescued. Cosmo-vision must be opened up to hold wider perceptions. To hold wider perceptions, we should read and travel. Books still beat up but Time is something else. Time and balance, balance as debts, of course. Time and Work: quite a couple! Spare time: yes!

Spare time and Social networking: I don't know what to say about this relationship. I come from a zapping time. I guess habits just get enhanced through newer adaptations. Vaping instead of smoking: Vaping faith: faith in fade. Human race evolved to make the palm of the hand not only a figurative place but an actual place indeed. Just like the pocket; the pocket now stores a big deal by storing you phone. Store your memories. So you can remember that it actually happened, that it wasn't just a pose for an empty picture. An empty picture full of trends. This is not meant to be trendy, by the way. But what if those pictures changed? Can you imagine it? Imagine that you went to a party, you had something to drink, to eat, you chatted with someone, you looked into his social media profile, and suddenly, when you feel like you want to remember it and take a look at the pictures you took, it turns out that they were not as you thought they were: another place, another person, a different food, a different date, a different you! Who are you anyway?

Futility is an interesting word. I know my purpose as a man now, but before that, I just saw myself as some sort vessel in which every person I have ever cared for, could download their issues. If Listening to complains were something like a well paid job, I think I would be some master at it, I would be a wealthy person. But nobody knows what may come with time, it might be something on demand in a near future. In ten years from now there will be more people with more issues thanks to these endless (and pointless) comparisons through social media. Through social media we got used to see and be seen. Let's not blow the candles until we get a good picture to upload!. What if this has always been like that? Perhaps this persona transfer we agreed to do with all these apps is just easing the means for those who actually take profit from this. Maybe we have always been somebody else's ants. Our cities might have been some kids' Legos, and if so, I could never imagine the kind of kid who got Caracas and Guarenas to play with.

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My boy has redefined me entirely. I want to be better for him. I started trying to improve myself again thanks to him. Nevertheless I still work in a warehouse and place a few words from break to break. And from break to break indeed I've been placing these and, by placing them I try to simulate this block chain technology but with my thoughts. I'm not sure if I would ever get it but I've been trying to understand it with this sort of analogy: every time I have a chance, I write something on this, let's call it: composition. Every "block" I add may not mean anything by itself but, If you read the whole thing, you may get the point of the story or at least what I'm trying to say. I believe it is sort of that with the block chain technology as well, at least for a not-at-all tech person, which in the end it means that: we don't know yet where we will go with it but we know we're heading to somewhere, and every single block will play a part on it.

And every single block can hold a value. What sort of value could my blocks hold? Moreover, Who would buy a share and what for might that be? Interesting, isn't it? Isn't that what everyone wants from that excessive time on social media? To be somehow bought by someone? Did that person buy what you're selling? Was it a good trade? I wonder. Technology has brought a new perspective for exposure. We came from a moment of privacy to an environment where myself doesn’t need to be mine completely, that I can actually split it in a way to make it fit with what our world is allegedly heading. I wonder how and I wonder why, I heard several times. I wonder how debts work sometimes. Assuming we all work and, by work I mean being in a place you hardly want to be, doing something you hardly want to do, in exchange of an amount you may have never decided but certainly, you have accepted due to a situation that puts you in a place of a society you have no idea how it came up. But it's not only that. It turns out that such amount won't be enough for the things you want to have and, on another side, there is a whole system; a social system, of course, compelling you to buy those things you didn't know you needed and now that you do, you feel miserable for not having them yet. That could make you feel trapped from a certain point of view. You might even see yourself as somebody’s hamster but there are solutions for that. There are institutions that lend you money to solve your made up immediate problems. So you go ahead and ask for a loan.