One beautiful thing in this life is to meet free people, people who surpass life. People who don’t complain, people who don’t lament. I detest those who complain about everything and don’t have the eyes to thank God. Never talk about your dreams with people who have no faith.
Now, more than ever, I feel distanced from all the structures of thought that this society imposes on you. I realize that I wasn’t born to live a common life, or maybe a common life, yes, but not with common people. I love surrounding myself with crazies who want to change the world, with people who have different ideas about life, people who are like pearls among pigs who only seek to feed and dirty themselves more. I get bored with people who love “pretty faces and luxury cars.” The prostitute, the drunk, the writer, the painter, the bohemian—sometimes, sometimes they are more sincere with God. Like that parable of the two sons: the one who knows how to obey but doesn’t do it and the disobedient one who, without knowing it, obeys.
Don’t worry too much about the future. I’ve seen many fall along the way or arrive sick. Most of the world seeks security when no one has a guaranteed future. Isn’t it ironic? The only sure thing is God. Not your children, not your house, not your wife; you don’t know if they will be with you tomorrow. So the only thing left is to enjoy this day, your present, this small, simple, and brief moment.
At this point in my life, I no longer look back or forward. I look at my life, my world. To slow down and not live like the others.
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