How special are you

What makes you a special person? What do you sow and what do you pick?

How special are you? That is the question I make for you, dear reader, and I would like you to think about it during some daydreaming moment of your day, like while having lunch by yourself, for example.

When we want someone to show some interest on us, we sometimes try to show them how special we are and we invite them to come to our world. Oh, we are so fool...

It is very hard, sometimes it is almost an impossible mission, to try to convince people we are special. It does not work trying to impose them this. Everyone discovers that by oneself and sometimes it takes weeks, months or even years.

We raise the garden, we water the flowers and we wait for the butterflies to come to us. If the one who you are interested did not show any interest for you and did not want to discover how can you be special, it is a problem of his/her. It is a natural filter.

Only the people that sincerely love us will join our world without saying “excuse me”. They will open the refrigerator, they will take a beer can and they will turn on the TV to watch the soccer game with their feet upon the couch. And as the time goes by they will know a lot about us, our weirdest manias and the way we behave when we face different places and situations.

If somebody knows you prefer use a spoon to have your meals, if somebody knows your favorite soccer team is Aston Villa, if somebody knows you enjoy writing on misty glasses, if somebody knows you have a blog that is read by a little number of people, if they know your dreams and your fears and what makes you happy, it is a sign that you are special for this one.

What makes you a special person? What do you sow and what do you pick?

Ropes and people

Somebody has told me that there is a pot of gold in the end of the rainbow that can be found in a familiar place.

Welcome back to the hot and dirty road of Guinea-Bissau where hearts are dragged. Once again we are there, walking without stopping, taking right and wrong ways. Destination: happiness.

Throughout our journey, we will find lots of people willing to help us (or not) to take the right direction. They will join us. To them, we will be tied by an invisible rope on our feet.

Some people will walk in the same rate than ours. If we are tired or down, they will pull us ahead and will show us the way for us to take. They will become our friends and they will be my our side either we take different ways or until the road is over.

A lot of people will become a dead weight for us to carry. They will not help us when we need, they will not pull us through, but a humanity feeling inside our hearts will morally obligate us to carry them. They are unusual people we carry and make us tired. Why do not we get rid of who does not bring us anything good?

And there will be those crazy people that will try to pull us back. They will pull us to the bottom of the well they live in with all their might. They can not face themselves behind us or see us too close to the pot of gold.

Inside our pockets there is a sword we can use to cut the ropes. The decision of going ahead leaving behind everyone who does not allow you to be happy is yours.

No more caring with about other’s problems if they do not help themselves. No more caring about people who does not care about us. Someday they will forget us.

Characters

Imagine that you can reinvent yourself. Imagine that you can achieve perfection. It is not a dream, it is reality! It is not wizardry, it is technology!

Close you eyes and look to yourself. What do you like and dislike about you the most? What do other people like and dislike about you the most? What makes you special and what makes you boring? Have you already though? Well, it does not matter. We are not here to think. Thinking is a boring people’s thing. We are here to follow a scrip that will drive us to success!

So now we can be the last cookie of the package. Now we can be the cold Coca-Cola in the desert. See yourself as the king or queen of the World, very powerful in your throne with your followers worshiping you. Is it mpossible? No, no, it is not impossible. Yes, we can!

How am I? I have 1,024 characters available to convince people that I am interesting.

Time goes by... who am I? “I am a person who...” backspace... “no, no, no, it is kind of foolishness writing this”... In the end, it is very hard for you to tell who you are in 1,024 characters. Is it too little to show to people the person I am? Is it enough to tell the world how special I am? Is it able to describe me in a faithfully way?

Hey, wake up! Who is interested in the truth? In a world where people are always in a hurry, who is going to be the detective who will spend his time searching the true? Searching the true is exhausting so I will believe in your lies - if they are cool, of course.

Say you are the one people that want you to be. Never reveal your fears, specially because you do not have fears. You are an ocean of courage and self-confidence. Write that you are a person who lives intensely all the days as if they were your last days. Say you love things you do not love, but love because loving is fashion this seasom.

“But this is not me, Peterson!” Remind yourself that you do not have an appointment with the truth but in being orgastic!

You not only are brave, self-confident and fashion. You also is cult. Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Freud... You have never read nothing written by one of them, you do not know where did they come from, what do they wrote about. Anything! You just read over the profiles powerful phrases of them and you decided to use them to emblazon your culture and say to yourself you are powerful.

Who does not loves me is envy of me. I feel sorry for envy people.

And then, as long as you are getting older, you will become the character you created for you. You will always be an exclamation mark (twisted, but still an exclamation mark). People love perfect people and everybody loves an exclamation mark

This is not you and you know but... who matters? Who likes people who has doubts? Who admires imperfections, fears, craziness, failures? Let’s be just one more lie in a world of lies. Let’s pierce our eyes and be happy forever.

Smile and the world will smile with you. Cry and then you will cry alone.

I do not want to be a character, I want to be a real person. I do not want to pretend I am a 23 years old ancient wise man. I want my doubts, I want to eat the dessert slowly.

Let’s be a legitimate question mark instead of being a twisted exclamation mark.

In the umbra

We were born from the top of a circle and the destiny wanted us to be part of the same group. I am the Earth and you are the Sun.

In an universe full of doubts, we were there, totally lost, trying to find the sense of something. In this moment, you started to shine and to attract those planets and astronomical objects wandering through the Space.

Sun, the center of the universe. Everydoby circling you, all of them were fascinated by your bright, light, heat.

Mercury and Venus were the first and the second ones that tried to be yours, but your extreme heat destroyed any kind of life inside them. Pluto, however, was ignored and sent to live all the cold of its almost absolute zero.

You used to light me in that dark and deathly silence and confusion. You sent me your shine and I reflected it on my rivers and on the top of my snowy mountains. You gave me life and you allowed me to beget life.

But on our way there was a Satellite, there was a Satellite on our way.

The protagonist became a supporting character. It also wanted to feel your bright, your heart, whatever. It was rotating around me if it were your owner and I, a threat. I was afraid of being behind its shadow.

Moon made a point of showing me that it was receiving your light by its phases. It reflected intensively your light during my darkest nights. It pulled my tides with extreme violence, letting me disturbed. Undertow.

Wandering through the space. So the day the Moon put it shadow on me had come. Solar eclipse. Umbra, penumbra. I do not want feel things in a half, I want the intensive ones. Sun, heat me with all your light, with no penumbra if you want to be mine. Moon, freeze me with all the darkness of this Universe, the umbra, if the Sun chooses you.

Planets will align themselves

2012 will come

It shadow on me, the Moon will direct

I will live in the deeper darkness

A meteor will come in the wrong way

and against me, it will crash

My kinds of live, it will mow down

A new glacial age will begin

An unberable pain inside my heart

Stars, they will be witness

of the runner-up's silver tears falling down.

Café

Was it a far away dream? Was it the more intensive sensation he could ever live and that he could never relieved again?

It was an ordinary and cold afternoon. A body of an unknown man appeared lying on the floor. He was cold and he did not make any movement, apparently, he was dead. People in that place, curious, raised the traditional questions: “who is he”, “where did he come from” and “is he alive”?

Another unknown man walked straight to him, taking with him a steaming cup of coffee and milk.

The smoke slid in the air and entered into the fallen man’s nostril, heating that cold body. And that cold body that was hard and without life as if it were a rock, reacted. He had just been born.

— Drink this cup of coffee, my son, — asked the man, his Savior, that have given him a smile and turned around and went away with His mission accomplished.

He did not know anything about himself and his past. He just knew that he wished to drink that cup of coffee, as though it was a surviving instinct ask.

He drank the first sip of coffee. It was the first time he had ever drank coffee and milk in his life. The heat warmed his whole body and he felt full of life. The sweet flavor of the coffee also did not remained only in his stomach but it flowed through his body and reached his mind and heart.

He was a young man that would like to share all his happiness caused by his first sip of coffee. He met people, made friends and enjoyed those happy moments that were lived for the first time since he drank coffee.

Time went by and the cup was getting out of coffee but someone always served him more. Sometimes the cup itself used to fill it up by itself, just like magic. During this time, coffee was changing taste and temperature.

Few people brought hot coffee and milk. Some people only brought black coffee with sugar. A lot of people brought black cold coffee without sugar. It was a bitter coffee, hard to drink.

The man absorbed everything the coffee could give to him. He was a coffee addicted now. His animal instinct already knew that coffee was giving him life and that without it, he might lost it and become a cold rock on the floor once again.

In the begging, coffee was sweet, hot and flavorous. As time passed by him, he had experienced the coldness and the bitterness and they also flowed through his veins, reaching his heart.

More and more coffee. More cold and bitter coffee.

There was not that pleasure in drinking coffee anymore. Was it a far away dream? Was it the more intensive sensation he could ever live and that he could never relieved again?

Sad and frustrated, that man was drinking his coffee as a slave. He knew he could not just give up if he wanted. It was not allowed by him and by others.

One more sip, one more sip, one more cold and bitter sip of coffee. Inside that bitter heart, the feeling of hope remained there reminding him that one day coffee would be sweet and hot again. He already knew that it would not be an everlasting sensation, but he was willing to enjoy it until there would be no coffee, and then he could thank his Savior personally for giving him life.