The Habit

"Suddenly, the habit of being part of the minority and losing makes it unbelievable when a win is made, and it's usually narrow and rare. Disbelief is more for those who are satisfied with the gain than those who think loose. The habit of being part of the privileged or believing it is possible to be part of an elite above the others does not allow facing the frustrations or recognizing the happiness. Likewise, the reason is in the minority, and sometimes it makes all of humanity stand up to it, and people win from it. Saturday night and rain. The arguments, calm, and imagination are not enough in the face of hate, so it's better to ignore them. Their hatred and arrogance are more potent than any hope. Sometimes, what is actually felt is more overwhelming than what is said. He learned it from her, who told everyone that she loved him and that he was the man of her life, but in the end, she broke the bank. Being with her made him forget his personal promises and detect that he was in the middle of losing reality. The habit of loving and living without bad moments and troubles. A contest of him alone, not together.

Accepting a victory is more complicated than buying a defeat, and more when it implies a coherent and transparent fight in a cruel world. Because being defeated and oppressed ends up being a reason for being: to be on the right side of the loser, but the humans survive thanks to the lessons of hope, perseverance, and adaptation. However, when the oppressors lose for the first time, it is impossible to expect the same acceptance and politeness. Same if the life needed the victory of the others. So, everything endured in abnegation will be accused, even without meaning, and that hierarchical order in humans is a longing so that it be sustained by injustice. He recognizes Venus for what it is and not as the "morning star." Also, how he could just lie to her to give a reason so he could penetrate her, but she liked feeling loved just the same more than just desired, and he also wanted something else. In any case, they had had sex several times, much more than a pair, but they were not with lies. That went against her, and it was very natural for him. He prefers silence to lie. But this was the nation of lies.

It is not possible for human evolution to be guaranteed if there are significant gaps between the nations in what is essential and vital. How an expansion or emancipation in intellect, sentiments, and social construction is possible with the inequity and the contempt for the life itself and the other human? The long questions with many considerations are not accepted by the ordinary person. Still, the pieces are necessary to understand the context and the diversity in the answers following a shared vision: to live. It had rained all day, and the night, now midnight frosty, was noisy. Two years ago, they were silent Saturdays between fear and laziness. Together they slept in each other's arms, thinking very little about the end of civilization with necessary selfishness. He did love her; in reality, he could never know if she was so, but sometimes he thought she loved him. Why not? She never said it openly and publicly, like the other one.

Those in the reason and fraternity side of the story should do things including everyone, including the enemies of life and knowledge. Typically they will be judged even for what they have not done or are consequences of past oppressors. They are humans over citizens. Their victories and losses are suitable for the construction of new civilizations. Then, humanity advances in the way of life, but they are to blame for the backwardness caused by those accustomed to the habit. He had his own battles to fight. He felt sorry for him, especially since they had more than thirty years of friendship. Then, another world with him as a part of a past is necessary to achieve a new life. Friendship is extraordinary, more than passional love or engagement. Friendship can really be maintained over time, even after all the deaths.

Intelligence and calm, but also the possibility of acceptance and congregation. Even though they want different dawn to a dark and extraordinary journey every day. Everyone should contribute, but they won't. They will be attentive to any fault, the minimum that they never accepted in themselves or in their leaders. Why? Ego, fear, and the impossibility of thinking of a different world and contributing to its construction. They had made love a couple of times in the afternoon. After the rain, it was a terribly hot night, and while they were smoking in the street, they knew that in a few days, they would no longer see each other; she looked at him with those beautiful gray eyes. Yes, she loved him. She wanted to tell him but didn't. He looked at her charmingly. - I know - he said. He took her by the hand, and they went to the apartment to continue fucking, but he didn't tell her he loved her. "