Bad Luck

I once heard that bad things happen to good people. I don't want to say that I am a good person, but certainly bad things happen to me. Maybe it's only statistical coincidence, but I always get shit in my head thanks to a motherfuckin bird, or I accidental drop some money that I have in my pocket.
The only time I've found money, was a $5.000 bill, and I lost it that very same day. My luck is worst than... I can't imagine something with worst luck than mine.
While thinking how the hell somebody could steal my bag while I was studying, the only thing that jumps into my head is the phrase “bad things happen to good people”. So, I that's true, why not change team? Why keep playing whit the loser team? In other words, if a were a bad person,will my luck be better?
Well, it could be worst. My Mathilda is still whit me (!). But the motherfucker who stole my bag has my sunglasses and popocho (both were a gift from my girlfriend, who's probably the only person that is going to read this).
But... you know something? FUCK IT

Life goes on

The series of pictures below are the definition of how I felt that moment of lost and unger

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Acumula puntos Más?

Last day on the job, great ah? I'm leaving so many things behind, so many memorys...
I'm gonna miss a lot of things, a lot of people. I'll miss all the childhood play, the spagheti on saturday, the intens fight to not get sexualy harrassed by my workmate.
I left Santa Isabel. I left it with laughts, with good moments and bad moments. I left it with memorys of people I know I'm gonna miss, I left it with teachings of people that had a very powerfull meaning in my life. I left it with two snikers and a twix...

Update: while I'm writing this lines... only one sniker is left...

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Freedom

One doesn't question many times about the meaning of freedom. However, this is an issue that affect us in our every day living. It has been a cause to declare wars and revolutions. It is a war cry shouted in every language, in every country in the world. Millions had die for this, and their blood has been the sacrifice they paid to call us a free society.

Why is it so important anyway? Because after the value of life, the value of freedom is the most important thing we have: is our capacity to choose the religion we want, the soccer team we like, or even the smallest things like picking up the soda you prefer. But, is a good hypothetic exercise to see our lives without this gift. Oppression is the name of the master, and fear is the name of the chains. This concepts are brother in the cruel attempt of taking away the very nature that defines as humas: our capacity to think, to doubt, to imagine, to create. Our need to see whats beyond of the horizont, our wish to reach to higher grounds. Our basic instincts that bound us, that let us share the same feelings, or to disagree in our point of view.

Ignorance is the best weapon of the oppression. Keeping a man under the darkness is the best way to make him a slave. Through history, many system and institutions had insisted in giving mankind poor education, and to errase any attempt to go any further in knowledge. But it is our natural instinct as well to try to break this chains. As Thomas Paine said

The sun has never shined on a cause of greater worth. This is not the affair of a city, a country, a province, or a kingdom, but of a continent. This is not te concern of a day, or a year, or an age: posterity are virtually involved in the contest, and will be more or less affected, even to the end of times, by the proceedings of now.

It is thanks to our freedom that I am writing this lines an you are reading them. It's the greatest gift that we could leave to the future generations.

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Abject

A long time ago, in a philosophy class, a teacher told me about a word that was the perfect metaphor for the human condition: Abjetc. It's primitive root can be found in an ancestral habit: when a new born child was unwanted, it was abandoned in the wild. The romas belived that by doing this, they left the child to the mercy of the gods, so they could save him if they wanted.

As humans, we are no diferent to those kids: we find our selves in a frightening forest, naked, fill with questions, and no answers to be found.

Abject is the word that reflect our fears and uncertainty, our desire, our hunger for answers.

The main purpose of this blog will be an abject one. It will be far from be the pleasure of the reader.

This will be a journey (my journey) of reflection, of doubt. This will by the space where I'll defy the darkness of night. This is where I'll make my stand against this wild forest where I have been abject

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