Immaturity

"Power needs political immaturity, it ought to exploit passions and put greed above any supposed common principle. That power demands fear and need,  it craves distrust and selfishness, and of course, pleasure instead of any happiness because the long-term cannot be exploited every electoral period, and happiness endures, and what prevails requires historical knowledge, criticism, well-being, and community. Pleasure is monetizable, it fluctuates, but not happiness, which has a value, not a price. Of course, that immaturity guarantees power, which cannot be considered modern since humanity has been guaranteeing it for hundreds of years. I never thought that I could cause so much animadversion. Hate? Envy? Modern attacks seek to fatigue and nullify, pretending that nothing is done. In other times, perhaps I would perish under a sword, or I, in my contained violence, would cut off a head so as to deserve all the hatred. In that immaturity, I can't admit my paranoia, but the truth is that I'm already tired, and they don't deserve my effort anymore. Why? Immaturity.

Some human societies understand that it is not about exercising power but leadership. It is not about opulence, oppression, greed, or wealth but about transcendence. It is not a simple probability, whereas a state of advancement and expansion guarantees life and impact in time. Perhaps it is necessary to celebrate that there is no homogeneous civilization because the diversity in human organizations is guaranteed, and with these many societies, different collective consciences could build new civilizations. However, there are always those who want to be dominant, and that is when it is possible to have faith in minorities. In my ego, I can't understand many things, their decisions, their contempt, and oblivion. Maybe until a few days ago, I was trying to explain it, but not to find the right words to achieve that peace of mind, but precisely to not find them and hope for a return. A search for redemption, not mine but that of others, for that undeserved contempt, for the betrayal, but the truth is that in that wait, the nights turned into years, and then, by understanding it, it is possible to let go and finally begin to fall.

The readings are more profitable than the images, besides that, these are usually false. In them, it is possible to find the argument and recover the value of the word, the meaning. In the recovery of meaning, it is known that it is one thing to lead and another to command. Unfortunately, this exercise of power (and not leadership) generates calm or backwardness. It generates the construction of walls that are covered by sand and roads that, in the end, no one will travel. Walls and paths that couldn't even take a photo, and today mold deteriorates them. In that fall, fear turns into excitement, and the wind that hits the face ends up really refreshing it. It's not thought of where I will crash, no. The fall becomes a glide, I travel after letting go. I free myself from other weights (like the memory of her), I free myself from other weights (like the memory of her), and that's when little by little, the fall becomes a smooth flight. No wings, just me. No regrets, in fact, everything lived and learned.

Then, the momentary ceases to be transcendent. Wealth gained and corrupted ensures that those pillars vanish before they are recognized in time, although it is not about karma because that does not exist, and in reality, those who exercise power care little about that transcendence. The big problem is the immaturity of those who guarantee that mandate. The one that is even inherited not because it was strong or influential enough but because that inheritance is simply useful. In fact, when time has passed, what comes next? Those who feel that pleasure do not care what comes. I couldn't let Tuesday the 13th go by without writing a little. Recover on this hot night a little of those words whose meaning is lost in any language. And I think that despite the contempt received, I keep flying after letting go. On Tuesday 13, just the Spanish-speaking people in Latin America understand the why and how. This discipline or this numerological or esoteric search shows my immatureness. And more than an individual, I am a subject that contributes to social immaturity."