I'm still alive, yeahhhh. Do not write a lot, certainly, in the last month. The truth is that these times are a little complicated, with many things in RL and it becomes difficult. Anyway, The autumn will come and with it the moments of calm.
Today, I made a break and I came here, specifically for one reason: I wanted to reflect on one issue: September 10, International Day against suicide prevention. When I saw the news surprised me: a day specially dedicated to this? and opened internet explorer. I began my search, "news about international day ....". Gradually, my eyes have been saddening, to see statistics terribly hopeless and that "every 40 seconds, a person voluntarily takes his own life and each suicide that occurs, there are up to 20 failed attempts." Http://www.diariolatribuna.cl/noticias.php?p_id=18232
Shocking ... which leads us to perform an act so brutally destructive against ourselves? "That pushes us to stop having interest in our own lives? despair should really be immense, the empty, frightening, anxiety, abysmal. I can fathom how, in certain situations of life, may come to feel a big cliff, inciting go with the feeling of "jumping the gap." Of course, it literally ... "you have to throw eggs," pardon the expression. But if you must have great courage to attack yourself, I think.
Okay, yes. Who can really be indifferent to a serious illness, pain, loss insurmountable who else loves, etc? I do not condone suicide, personally, think that life is always worth living, even if it hurts. But ... I understand. I can put myself in the shoes of those people and their inability to continue.
What does surprise me a lot is knowing the data that reflect the true situation of suicide ... incredibly, the second leading cause of death for people between 20 and 44 years is ........ VOLUNTARY DEATH ..... OR IS, THE SUICIDE. Makes you think ... right? To me it seemed downright depressing. What goes through our heads, being in the best (supposedly) time of life to think that so often in attacking the most sacred thing we have, our own lives ...? Something is wrong. A lot. But much eh?.
Perhaps we forget the important things in life, trying to reach what is not. We run from one side to another, getting lost in the small details. We were obsessed with having fun, you have to be to stop, do many things. We ostentatious demonstrations, pleasures fetched, immediate excitement, possess NOW.
Glitz and lights. Be, rather than being. Talk more than listen. Receive more than giving.
We are accustomed to that life should be easy. Hold everything close. No experience is vital. It does have to take pills, it is important not to think that does not hurt anything. Being in a limbo of being deceptive and called happiness (doped). We patches, believing that it is so much easier. But perhaps it is much harder in the long term. Because the slightest problem, we do not know how to act, and deal with it. We dominated.
Life is hard, as all are. Life hurts a lot. It is inevitable and inherent to life itself, the pain. A dreaded word that when it leaves us KO.
live is a miracle. A second, barely. But a second magic. Where thousands of feelings, emotions, sensations dance in unison. A sensual dance, ethereal, gentle or brutal, depending on the time comes in life. But undoubtedly always interesting and worth living.
reproduce a sentence Ice told me a couple of days and I was funny: "Laughter is an orgasm of the smile." Great truth. I thought the laughter therapy workshops, are very successful and I guess they do much good in all those people going through hard times, especially. If only we taught from small to laugh more, also of ourselves. DesdramatizarÃamos Perhaps a few more things. Well, that, in this day, I send a smile to all those people now have a bad day. Hum ..... and if the smile becomes a laugh full of color, the better. So if, please decorum. Squeaky, wheezing and other orgasmic components of a laugh like god, do it in private. By god!.
And Ice, another kiss hard, because it always makes me laugh. Men do not think wrong! jajajajajajajajaja.
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