Estoy burde
‘e pure, my friends would say about any of us at this moment. We’re not in our twenties anymore, not even
in our thirties. Middle age crisis… welcome aboard! Intermittent fasting: again
once more. Twelve hours to start lying to myself but that’s the beauty of this;
I can keep trying until I get it. I tried today, and succeeded. My first Twelve hours. So once again, let’s
see. I was curious about this impulse of showing wealth through expensive
brands, pictures at random posing with so famous clothing, I’m not sure who
does that work out for, or what they are trying to convey. I’m in a age of
simple correlations: expensive clothes equals high standards on the job. Money comes
from somewhere, specially when earned. A
baseball player starts spending more when he gets the a rich contract, not
before. So imagine all the bells you ring when, as an immigrant, you post pictures like that. You will make a
lot of people wonder about it. That’s none of my business but, let’s get this
straight, it looks unfit. Let’s move on. Why am I bringing this up? Resentment
perhaps. I’m tired to work and owe and
see others posting wealth on vulgar expensive brands of clothing. Don’t look at them! Simple. I know, but how
can I hold myself up to it? How do you ignore what you love to hate? Nietzsche
pulled that up a little bit through Zarathustra. Envy makes my day, and I have
a lot to envy every time I am in social media, and I am in social media a lot. I
need a cure. I think about it too much and that is making me reduce my cosmovision,
to a point where whatever I see posted, I think it has something to do with me.
Today is great for being at the beach. That’s what I’d be doing if I weren’t
this poor. I owe time and money, so I just stay home and drink to deal with
failure. Laugh, I laugh and smile while these sentences take place. I’m
kidding, I’m grateful for how I am and
for what I have. I’m just projecting towards me what I think it must be like
envying on daily basis, and I sympathy for those people. It must be hard to grant
your mood on other’s posts. It’s kind of like someone told me not so long ago: this is how it works nowadays; either you
exist virtually or don’t exist at all. I’m still trying to figure it out. In
the meantime, I’m going to keep placing thoughts on this story, and see if it
makes sense to anybody.
Let’s go
back to Venezuela and our heroes, all of them from the military forces. We have
never been in a war like, for instance the old Yugoslavia, not like that. We
fought for the ideal of emancipation which was brainstormed by the sons of the
high class back then, and they were, or at least people close to them, the ones
who wrote our history, poetically, heroically,
worth to admire for ever and ever. That’s how we learned it at school.
It seems only a minority wonder why there was no progress after such heroism,
like Cuba, free but poor, what do poor
do with freedom? Find themselves a new master, I guess. What have we done with The
money? Elevate the heroism, I presume, but without progress from what I’ve
seen. Here we are then, struggling abroad with our cultural baggage, like a
path finder, trying to see the sense we can’t make. This is for our children, I
guess. I took a nap, and I just enjoyed. Things we do when we are burde ‘e
pure, I guess. I’m ready for some wine. Why stop now? Functionality comes
tomorrow. Let’s get up and see. Sun is
still shining. Monday. Monitoring week. Anniversary
day. Bathroom moment: push and pull physically and metaphorically. Pauses in
between. It’s quiet here. I’ve just read
this phrase that stated something like if we don’t yell the truth louder
than they yell the lie, the lie will win. I want to break this phrase down
since there are some things to consider, specially in a matter of
translation. First the words used for
overcoming: win, not earn, not gain, but win. We use one word for the three of
them in Spanish, that means that any sort of victory comes up out of prevalence;
there’s another to defeat. It won’t matter if it was in a competition, or as a
result of something, or just because is well deserved. It's just one feeling in
Spanish, the same feeling. That explains
a lot of our behavior when showing ourselves before others. I need the sense of
victory, and politicians know this very well. Everyone in politics is a battle
to win, an adversary to defeat, a struggle to overcome. No wonder our heroes
fought, (allegedly) won, and conquered those victories for us to be free (and
poor, but it seems no one cares) and that’s what matter the most: the sense of
victory, and every victory must be celebrated.
Back to the phrase, reason won’t find its way unless we defeat the
enemies of the truth. That’s how we are. I hope I don’t have to defeat anyone
nor anything to make myself understood. I just hope this to be read, and
commented if you want. I hear whispers in the office. I could think they are talking about me, but
why? And, if so, why shoud I care? Because of the impulse I just talked about. If
I don’t hear what they’re saying I can’t be sure it’s is actually about me so I
have to suppose and making a whole narrative up only to justify my need to
overcome. The pandemic. There are so
many things around them. In terms of immigration, pandemic has set up too many new paths to a
point that, if ever, if ever get to be polled, in order to analyze such data, pandemic
became and influent factor on global move out. I don’t see anyone famous
bringing it up. Everyone seems to hold the word of the foreseeable, by claiming that pandemic was nothing but a
massive political move. I don’t know if it is because of what I’ve been through
but, to me, everything that pops up from our screens is a political move, even
the so called influencers, specially the influencers. The fact you get your
feed loaded on comedians, and personal trainers, it’s enough proof to me, and I
have nothing against them, they are working. I’m just saying that behind any
public action, there’s a political move. See all that has happened with the
Venezuelans who cross the borders of so many countries nowadays. All the
insights that news take from it. We started as people who need help to carry on,
to be then considered a plague that poisons the societies in the continent. All
that in less than ten years. How so? Because of the political moves. So let’s keep
deconstructing our traditions to embrace our current reality. Let these words
work for comfort, or let go, at least. Afternoon is saying hello. I’m saying see
you later to this text. Too much coffee for the day. This third cup was not
even good and it got me straight to the restroom. Part of our wisdom lies on
trust ourselves to say: I can pass today on this, or not for me at
this time, and chose better in matters of time and money. In this case, I
didn’t not waste money, but I’m certainly wasting time. Thirteen years and a
beautiful boy. Not bad for this life. I’m still counting, so we may see us under more promising
circumstances. I should take a little walk and see if this coffee is burped
enough so I can feel like having dinner later. I have to celebrate.
