A Decision

"XXI century, and without falling into arrogance, it is tough to distinguish between stupidity and ignorance. However, it is possible to understand when it is a decision and not destiny, taken knowingly and motivated by ambitions with consequences expected and hoped. A decision that sometimes hurts when reason does not seem enough to understand that nothing could have been done. Nothing, however the wisdom, empathy, and kindness. Despite friendship and love. In the arrogance, intimate, some humans suffer for simply being victims of the decisions of others, and they, weak, must understand without the possibility of shouting, even. If they do, all the blame will fall on them, so in their wisdom, they have the loneliness and the readings of all the centuries ago. He had decided to open a beer rather than go ahead with something more robust that night. He knew that this impossibility of breaking with that past was what had him contained in a decision, without being able to be free and escape forever and, yes, to fall in love and love again. He kept his promises, he loved, he was wrong, and he fell and got up, but he was tired of doing it alone. How many times have you not picked someone up in the past? However, it seemed he deserved nothing but the anguish and none of the battles (not one) for him. Yes, it was a decision. But each of the others did not depend on him: not even when he was deceived and betrayed. Not when he was abandoned and hurt. Not even when he was left alone. And he knew it. It wasn't up to him, but time passed, and he hated making a mistake. To have been so fragile and gullible. After much trying, he discovered that he did not inspire or influence. Instead, those who had greed betrayed him if they deserved all the fights and praise. The beer refreshed that ardor in his mouth and made a cocktail of extraordinary bitterness. It refreshed him amid that end-time heat. He wasn't crying. He smiled because tomorrow, he would leave again for another quest. And far away, absent, he could bear oblivion much better and had hope. In another story, other loves and friendships.

Greed cannot be justified by inequality and necessity. Neither does maintain privileges. Although it may be reasonable, it is about humanity and life. And that avarice destroys both. Nevertheless, in their apathy, some justify their silence or the convenient non-intervention and hush towards the injustices of others. Don't meddle, even if you're still affected. Why, then, for that reason, do those who have been offended feel bad? A last glass of whisky and they had both decided to stop talking and end that conversation. A simple bar on Sunday, a hot night, and the bartender sloth attending that they go, finally. The discussion, one more time, was dull. However, there was not enough relief because C. did not want to say anything to M., whom he made fun of. He simply allowed the desire to be above any friendship and feeling. Of course, the offender would be victorious as he would get what he had, even though he claimed that C had conspired against his happiness when his wife exposed everything. C, innocent and stupid, trusted him. It is complicated to separate innocence from stupidity in these lands.

Reason and passion. Domination over what humans call will (even social), but ultimately, the action generated by the decision is what classifies that rationality or passion. In the strange days of these last two centuries, the separation between one and the other is diffuse, very much so, and the problem is that despite the knowledge decisions could be dangerous and also the known consequences, they are still taken. It is understandable why men leave their (theoretical) will to the gods when the obvious results (in practice) pass. I knew I needed her to be free, but I didn't know how to find her. - he said it out loud as he watched the stars from his window. - Where are you? When? He looked for her many times in the stars as if following old legends. But time passed, and sometimes he even thought that he had already found her and that she would return at this moment when he felt terribly falling. Old legends and the same promise. 

The decision that defines the tiny human will. And it is small because it still thinks it depends on gods and chance. Not everyone has the clout to make it outstanding, and everyone (sometimes) achieves some greatness. Together, as mankind and not as a civilization. And in intimacy, it can be decided and committed to expand the mind and affect what is conceptualized as spirit. Above all, observing the decision of the other. That song was perfect for arriving at eleven o'clock at night this Sunday. For an instant, he stopped tormenting her decisions and smiled. He felt free. Tired, but free. The nights had turned into years, and that hurt him more than what happened and what was never said after what happened. November at last -he said to himself as he packed his suitcase. The good thing is that he would leave, and he wouldn't have to think about enduring, from the stillness of his den, the decisions of others. Her decision."