Humans have forgotten war (some don't know it) and see what happens a few kilometers from them as a game. Young people die, and the oldest (not necessarily rich men) say death is a matter of honor. The truth is a question of price, opportunity, and malice to guarantee privileges and market, not for a possible heritage, but for the moment, for pleasure and ego. Of course, when someone shows the reality of the war and how the value of life weakens humanity's survival, the majority is radicalized against the voices that expose the simple truth. Inconveniently, the answers are published because they deserve that uncomfortable reality. We are in a war one more time - he said, observing all of us with a look gentle, without sadness or anger- but as it happened in the past, not even dying our brothers or being flooded in the shit and blood in the trenches, we consciously cared until it was too late. Inconveniently, a smile scaped off the moment me. Still, he understood that I understood him and that my laugh was not even nervous or mocking, but that ambiguous expression before the tragedy.I have lived at war all these years and the truth is, this will bring a little humility to this side. But it wasn't true because humanity was in danger, again.
Humans dreamed of living more, and now others hate that life because it's real life for one side, and for the other, it costs. Those costs threaten current privileges without even thinking that they will be affected, but ending any suffering and hopelessness is inconvenient, making hope and happiness come true. Suffering guarantees both works and hope that any oppression allows. It is not a question of working to build; the idea is to support a well-accepted way of life in this civilization. Finally, Charlie decided to return just to be with her a bit, as he had done for other years, but with the difference that he wasn't sure what to expect this time. The worst place to wait was that tourist bar (with one of the worst beers in Paris) in Pigalle. Just only fifteen minutes, and while taking line seven, another fifteen minutes from the Gare de l'Eest, he thought it would be hours, or she would never arrive. Caroline arrived as radiant as I always saw her in those sporadic meetings, but I noticed something different in her. He was afraid until she simply leaned in, and instead of giving him the traditional two kisses on her cheek, she kissed him on her lips. At that time, Pigalle did not seem so bad to him.
The truth is inconvenient, or rather, the truth has nothing to do with human convenience. Regardless, it is necessary for life and what humans themselves call growth. Someday, what is despised for being true, supported in facts, and, in some way, in human principles (and not in weaknesses) will guarantee a certain value, but now, the opportunity and the desires are more important than the sustainability and survivance. So, it is possible the identify the inconvenient situation, but the problem remains in recognizing ignorance and bad faith. So, that's why it's better egoism, is good to think about the situation and not about others. He was too sleepy, it was a heavy day, loaded with mediocrity, truth, lies, snow, and a bit of anger. Because he had wasted too many years, with the wrong interlocutors, thinking that he was in the right place. He already recognized why, but only someone from his same neighborhood could tell him to his face and continue as if he had nothing, without fearing for his life. But life after events is another kind of life."

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