I do not want to think about human condition. And when I refer human condition I'm referring all the beings in the world. We humans have been being so greedy that every movement that we take causes an enormous impact in the Nature.
By watching some photos, tremendous photos taken in extreme situations as earthquakes, war, religious ideologies (that we insist in use as a way to separate those who should be together), the loss of our best friends (the beautiful dogs) and the sadness they express when they lose their owner... people dying by starvation... It makes me wonder what a hell are we doing here? What a hell do we pretend to be? Why do we spread so much sadness and pain everywhere we look at?
I do not want any answer from nobody as do not want to give it. I just know that what makes my heart feel so little, feel so claustrophobic can't be good, must be taken apart from our reality. It makes want not to be a human, I'm ashamed that I was born in this kind of shape. Sometimes I think that I should have been a bird, but those that live near the sea.
What I know now, is that I can't change peoples mind, I can't change their behavior. I try to give some honest feelings and teach young people and children to be a better adult, someone with consciousness and responsibility for their actions and someone who won't be afraid to have an opinion and defend an ideal to live in a better world. But I know that in a ranking of ten maybe two think a little about what they have heard. Life is being lived through screens and keyboards. But that could be a subject to another time. Unfortunately, or not, adult life is calling me. It's my duty to play it, I'm always a piece of the puzzle.
By watching some photos, tremendous photos taken in extreme situations as earthquakes, war, religious ideologies (that we insist in use as a way to separate those who should be together), the loss of our best friends (the beautiful dogs) and the sadness they express when they lose their owner... people dying by starvation... It makes me wonder what a hell are we doing here? What a hell do we pretend to be? Why do we spread so much sadness and pain everywhere we look at?
I do not want any answer from nobody as do not want to give it. I just know that what makes my heart feel so little, feel so claustrophobic can't be good, must be taken apart from our reality. It makes want not to be a human, I'm ashamed that I was born in this kind of shape. Sometimes I think that I should have been a bird, but those that live near the sea.
What I know now, is that I can't change peoples mind, I can't change their behavior. I try to give some honest feelings and teach young people and children to be a better adult, someone with consciousness and responsibility for their actions and someone who won't be afraid to have an opinion and defend an ideal to live in a better world. But I know that in a ranking of ten maybe two think a little about what they have heard. Life is being lived through screens and keyboards. But that could be a subject to another time. Unfortunately, or not, adult life is calling me. It's my duty to play it, I'm always a piece of the puzzle.