My favourite phrase

Huir es la vida. Quedarse, la muerte.

Friday 26 August 2011

The way I see it

As I begin to familiarize with my new journey back in the country that saw me grow up as an infant, I realize that the life here isn’t any different than when I left, I still see the same people, the same faces with that essence that define us, the ability to become a stronger nation, and we are, I do believe so. We have come to a place where our values are taken more into consideration, we are more aware of whom we are, and the position we are in now at days.
Of course, nothing in this world if free of charge, the story repeats itself; it is so likely for us to reveal our destiny, just as if every one of us had been trained by the best tarot master. All our concerns and indignations are tranquillized by every character that comes along the way, every six years. Buildings emerge from the ground, roads start to appear, and the promise of a better future stays with us.
 It isn’t enough, if you ask me, but who am I to protest, I am not a wealthy business man in Polanco or one of the so recognizable members of the crème de la crème, and by that, I am not referring to the bunch of twats that have gained a good position in this society by their illicit activities, which we all know quite well:
Production and Saleof the best quality candy, that’s it, people! It’s ‘all about GLOBALIZATION!
We are so capable of ending our problems and moving our nation forward… Oh no! Who is so lunatic to think of such “vulgar remark”?  Let’s not forget that less than half percent of the population is living in heaven, thanks to our amusing history, The Porfiriato, the period when all of our tragedies began to happen, and our country went from being at a stable position to stagnating in the Ninth Chamber of Hell.
I might sound like such a grumbler, maybe I am, but I like to make notice of the troubles we experience, those that only makes us stronger. We are still here, and who knows why, is there a good reason? Only time will tell, our future shall manifest itself.
Petit Bourgeois