This place sucks. I’m sick of walking between those people, their smells is not something human — ewww, I’d better hurry and get myself the best spot to watch my soccer match before those morons sit and pollute all the atmosphere.
It’s been some days since I began working, the place, the people are fine but I don’t like being stuck here, after all the studies I did that’s my reward, being confined in a stupid secretary job. Nothing could’ve been better uh.
I’m sick of this place, I’m sick of the sun, the heat all around. I’m sick of the smell they have, I’m sick of the dust on my face, the dirt everywhere. I’m sick of the flies all around — gosh I hate those ones, I’m sick of this skinny dog who won’t stop barking.
How do people accept living in such places? Around such mistakes of nature. How can anyone possibly accept such nonsense? Look at these people up there, the “rich”, the “wealthy” ones, look at them and how they stand. I hate them. Standing as if life owns them something.
For them it’s easy, sitting or standing on the tallest buildings while sipping their disgusting coffees, it’s easy for them to wear those smokings worth years of my rent, it’s easy for them to watch us down here, and smile, and have fun while swallowing whatever crap they drink.
I’m angry. I’m angry at life, at you, at her, at them. I’m angry and nothing but this hate I have can help me walk everyday, be sure that it ain’t this dead bread that’s gonna save me from death, be sure that it ain’t this dirty water that’s gonna sustain my body through hell, be sure that my only nutrients come I’ve got.
The sky is beautiful, I love listening to those birds’ songs in the morning, I love the sunlight — this coffee is so delicious, no sugar, dark but perfect — hmmm. What could be better than this moment? Having my wife’s arms around me for sure, but she ain’t here so we’ll do with what we got.
The wind is gently blowing on my face — angels’ touches — and the hot coffee slowly moving through my body, I can’t stop feeling this excitement and joy I get from life. It’s something really, really beautiful. Last night I wrote the last chapter of my book.
People have been asking me more about it but I want to keep the mystery alive, I want them to live in this little, gentle dark space of curiosity, it’s like sex — the more you take your time, the crazier the climax — look at me comparing those things together. (Laughs.) It’s all love after all.
I find life itself to be the best story ever narrated, the people, the events, the way things settle together — while most could find imperfection in life’s design — I just believe that our minds aren’t sophisticated enough to understand the beauty, wisdom and intelligence of God.
Hmm, look at this man walking down there. He looks brave, moving between people with agility, and drive. I like this kind of people, they’re fighters at heart. Everyday working and doing their best to feed their family, everyday being brave and optimist no matter what life presents to them.
I, once too, was there.
Life could be seen as everything you can possibly imagine but, it is really, only, what you make out of it. Our minds have the ability to see beyond the limitations of our senses, isn’t it the best gift ever? We’re not limited to the reach of our senses, I can’t get why people don’t understand something this powerful!
Yes, today I am standing still, happy, satisfied with my life. I am on the tallest building of the city, it has the name of my mother, I can afford anything I want and the best part? I want nothing. The only reason I keep waking up with this drive is to serve people, to teach people, to guide them.
Life’s ultimate goal is giving back. The first chapters are about developing yourself and finding what is true for you — no matter its nature, the last chapters are about putting what you found to be true to the service of others.
That’s how I see it, that’s the reason this coffee is so tasty despite its bitterness. Keep fighting brave people, one day, you too, will be standing up on the tallest constructions made from your sweat.
When you stand above, you can see the ground. When you stand below, you can see the mountains.
It’s easy to judge people we don’t know, it’s easy to come quickly to conclusions. What’s even easier is to believe our thoughts and feelings are one with the mechanical-biased-perceptions of our brains when it’s not the case.
It doesn’t matter where you start, it doesn’t matter who you are, if you can stand on the ground and look at the mountains, you have the ability to be on the mountains and look at the ground.
Where you are right now doesn’t define who you are: you make what you want of your life. In a human body, you have the choice to believe that your senses are the guardians to higher realms or the limits to the “normal” realm.
Who you are right now doesn’t define where you’re heading: everyday your cells are changing, every year you’re someone different from a biological perspective, and from a mental one, again, if you choose so. The only limitations men have are the ones they accept for themselves.
Most of the time, what you think to be a deficit to yourself is the best thing you could have. You have come to life in the perfect calculation for your life purpose: the struggles, the victories, everything is calculated and uniquely designed for you to accomplish this single life changing purpose.
Do you still believe that what you see, smell, taste, touch and hear are the only things in existence? It’s not even the tip of the iceberg, it’s less than that — all that controls and governs existence is hidden behind your senses: wish to see, smell, listen, taste and touch more, wish to look beyond the veil. Take a step back, zoom your face out of your hands, everything is bigger, broader, and it all awaits your attention.
