By Juan Ibanez
We let time pass in our lives more surreptitiously every day. We ask ourselves for a reason to live or even to exist. We are immersed in other’s jokes and tragedies and we stop living our own lives.
We follow the parameters established for us and we forget about our own parameters. We become one more zombie, one more puppet of a society that alienates itself without struggling.
We never have time to do anything anymore, but we always have our spare time occupied, and is it at this very instant when our lives become a paradox, because our self-esteem does not belong to us anymore, it has become a relative term that is shaped by those who we consider to be our idols and sometimes simply by our friends. We do not like to become puppets, but we are the ones that tie the strings to ourselves.
During centuries we have fought for our freedom, and today we find ourselves enslaved in our routines.
Each day we have more sophisticated instruments to explore the stars in the sky, however each day they are more distant. In the same fashion, cities grow more each day, and our personal space shrinks. Each day we get to know more people and we make more friends, but we feel lonelier, increasing our own emptiness. We live the present moment with clouds of hate and spite, because of our past mistakes.
We confuse love with sex. Dreams with ideas. Prayers with requests. Friendship with need. We have forgotten forgiveness, hope and affection.
We will wake up some day to find ourselves in the last stretch of our lives and to come to realize that we have been only a spectator in our own life.
Our existence should be like a shooting star, a beautiful instant when the heavens shine.
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