Find Confort in Disconfort

We are happy.

In a good mood.

We just have to keep this positive pace.

Dont worry,

because my life is insignificant.

All the troubles and problems in it are miniscule when you look at it from the bigger scale.

They are minor inconviniences with the purpose of movement.

Therefore, and by default, results in a forward motion trough life.

Aslong as there is movement and a positive proyection of energy towards it, 

things will effortlessly fall into place.

Embrace the unconfortable moments.

Switch situations arround.

The mood is what counts.

Its what we have most control over.

Find confort in disconfort.

No strings attached

Don't get cought up in the moments.

Life is an evergoing movie of changing pictures.

Don't duel for a moment that has past or a person in one of those pictures.

For they where enjoyed while they lasted.

New moments are to come with new people.

Cant pause life and make it last forever.

You can only make new moments.

dont let these get sour.

Don't try to repaint a picture that is already painted.

Let it go.

Let the moments pass like the pages of a fresh, new book.

Don't try to over wright a page that has already been written.

Keep moving.

Be ready for change.

Always.

What i am wright now is what i have done till today, 

what happens here on out is another life,

another destination,

another blank piece of paper i can wright on.

No strings attached

I didnt drag anyone or anything down with me.

I'm free.

I'm alone in this world and thats how i will leave it.

Ive got to just embrace the moments and the people that are put in my way before my departure.

All I have are these moments, 

these flowing, everchanging, temporary, moments.

They slip wright out of my hands if i try to grasp them,

so dont.

Just breath in its sent,

embrace the energy its trying to feed me.

Take it in for a moment and hold it,

let it out and move on.

Moment shared,

moment gone.

No pain.

Acceptance and a grateful after taste.

Joy.

Growth.

Maybe life will make our paths cross once again.

Its always nice to see familiar faces.

But its always important to learn from new ones.

You cant keep filling your glass if its already full.

keep it light,

free,

and simple.

All that i have is right now,

this moment.

Familiar Sent of Happiness

I like the way he simplifies complicated

His calm system to life puts my mind at ease

Settles my ever-unwinding thought process

Fear vanishes from the depths of my bottomless well of frustrated emotions

Blurry goes back to clear

My drunken tunnel vision slowly disappears

He grabs and puts me into a reality different than mine

A more positive perspective

I suddenly realize there are words like funny and simple when I was frantically gasping for air 

He teaches me how to stand properly so I don’t get dropped, to breathe easy so I don’t hyper ventilate 

He tought me how to face a threat without flinching

Our silly spontaneous decisions seem predetermined by life
I start to understand the ever-growing possibilities of our capable minds and it makes life a pleasant moldable truth

As we sit and laugh at the irrelevance of time I see my fear disintegrate 

My unsettled oceans seem now like a tiny storm in the vast ever-changing oceans

Life’s meaning becomes bigger than my focus

I regain my balance once more as he brings back the familiar sent of happiness  

Enfermos Humanos

Estaremos mas enfermos los terceros mundos?
Con el orden tan preciso que se encuentra en los países de primera
La limpieza y la exactitud en la que se desenvuelven
El sistema como un hospital bien organizado
Frio en todo sentido, con buena atención a sus pacientes
Como seres humanos, igual de enfermos, compartimos los mismos instintos animales
El sistema es el que nos difiere tanto
Es un lugar en el que atienden a los enfermos cómodamente pero el contacto humano es completamente frio. La calidez humana no existe, se ocupan de necesidades inmediatas prolongando la vida y la comodidad de los enfermos.
Un mundo individualista cada quien en un cuarto por aparte para no contagiarse entre si
Se conforman con esa soledad absoluta
Se mantienen estables por la estructura tan fuerte que les brinda la comodidad inmediata de personas desconosidas que los atiende constantemente
El estado se enfoca en mantener al cliente pendiente del consumo y la gana de llenar esa necesidad de esa comodidad falsa. Es esa falta de calidez humana confundida por la necesidad de consumir material.

Mi Hogar

Imposibilidad de encontrar una visión permanente

Un mundo moldeable, en constante movimiento

Un fenómeno desfigurado, intangible

Una visión confusa, incómodamente caótica

De infinitas posibilidades; e intentar no caer en lo incorrecto

Lo incorrecto que es vivido sólidamente por muchos, como una única forma de sostén

Lo incorrecto siendo lo único que conozco, lo único que me ha ofrecido un hogar

Es tener la fuerza y la madurez para crear de este fenómeno algo más solido

Tener la inteligencia de poder despegarme de todo lo que conozco para poder hacer de esta visión algo más claro, más real.

Pero con que fuerza?, si este es un fenómeno que supera el conjunto de todo mi ser con su tamaño

Se desborda

Me vence con un solo suspiro

Me atrapa en angustia y desesperación

Digiere mi sanidad entera, despegándome de lo real

Despegándome del piso concreto que se desintegra por debajo de mis pies

Devolviéndome al único lugar conocido,

A un lugar tristemente cálido,

La oscuridad pura que me llama con ternura,

Mi hogar,

El autentico vacío desenmascarado, 

El caos.  

Ebria

No soy responsable del movimiento que llevo adentro

Mis acciones no son más que el resultado de un cerebro disfuncional

De un desorden mental

Me pierdo

Dentro del laberinto que tengo adentro
Imposible de descifrar 

Un nudo mental que me desborda la emoción

La confusión 

Se me tambalea el mundo y me desoriento

Me desbalanceo y por todo me caigo

Como estar perfectamente ebria 

Tambaleo, me caigo

Ciegamente
 Sin ver claramente por mas que lo intente

Del piso a las paredes

Buscando agarre

Sosteniéndome de lo que tenga al lado

Porque ya las piernas no me dan

Porque la fuerza no da para más

Esta vez no puedo vomitar esta intoxicación

Me la trago, la aguanto y la vivo. 

Progress

Why did they have me if they weren’t capable of rising a child?

Didn’t they know what it takes to rise a human being?

Was it because of the way they were raised?

They didn’t know any better

He did it cus he didn’t know any better...

As human beings, we act according to what we learn in time during our development.

We are built depending on the circumstances that we are faced with

Our actions are justified by our story and the social context we were put in

So if the human is so innocent in all of his ways, then why is there a cause and effect?

What determines what’s wrong in life? : When the human dislikes it, when it gets hurt, conditioning.

Why is there wright?

Why is there wright way to be?

A wright way to go?

We fall, we get back up, we learn. Wrong decisions mold us into something better. Better for what?

For progress?

For progress of what?

For what outcome?

What if this is the outcome?

 What if this is the purpose of everything, of the universe to create life… is just life… human life.

The purpose of life: to live it

It happened; now what?

Progress for what?

Continuous movement, no ending..

What’s next, self distruction?

The universe keeps moving, making and braking itself, and making itself back again.

Now, human progress for what?