While I returned to Mexico a month ago, it was not until a couple of weeks that I felt at home. And to say that I am at home I say more out of habit than conviction.
The trip brought the feeling that I was under the influence of a powerful anesthetic, misanthropy, which had been my constant companion for some years. To be honest misanthropy land use in my life when I can not find a joy motivating even mediocre, or conversely, how you might feel a moment of true happiness if you see a newscast or read a newspaper. How not to feel rejection my own kind if we perceive often worse than a herd of cattle, ignorant conviction, unaware of convenience, by accepting ridiculous, cruel and self-centeredness. I think many of us are wandering around, just like poor beasts no more guidance than money with their illusion of power and a government with its cheap culture. I think it was too high the price we pay for the rational faculties. At the same time they give us intellectual superiority, some also allow us to see under a horribly sickening gravity splendor of our atrocities. do not give me the sweet ignorance of the idiot.
Along with a review bitter to mankind, and almost as a curative remedy, did the resignation and forgiveness. Is when I can appreciate other qualities. The genius, that gift of a few. It is thanks to them that it is a waste to find on earth. It is to honor them and their works do not feel ashamed of my human condition, knowing that I am far from such greatness as is Mexico away World Cup. For genius not only consider the achievements of the arts and sciences. Are also some feelings that arise without being conditioned by the survival or genetics. Blessed humanity full of hidden wonders.
Even though my hands were eager to tell from the most ridiculous of even the most sordid details of my experiences, I have been unable. It was like bringing a bucket of water ... is difficult to load, is overflowing, you can easily walk with it, soak your feet and splash pools of chaotic drops without reason or purpose. I thought then was to expose pure ideas unconnected and meaningless. "But this is how you write almost always from the gut and the crazy" I said to myself. There were too many things that I lived and thought during the days I spent away from my country, too many events that stunned me since I got here and needed to have that bowl over empty. I'm just landing all that, trying to make sense of this anger and dissatisfaction . Landing is at last fall after observing from a distance, meditate after the crisis, reaching the conclusions of touch with reality he had always been there and had not wanted to contemplate. Landing is back with the winds of change.
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