Political pettiness does not see the magnitude of the problems. It denies the urgency of establishing the social equilibrium on a more just basis; They deny the need to show solidarity to our people, as the only guarantee of their independence. It is the people's mission, to take the blind from the hand and guide them towards the future. Drag them if they hesitate, do not abandon them if they resist. At a certain height of life, blindness is an irreparable evil. The people waste their time when they expect the impulse of the old political class. It is more reasonable to act without them, as the Libertadores once did, when they knew how to become independent and sow the germs of a new continental civilization.
Every people that has withered in an apathetic youth, soon arrives at a pessimistic old age, for not having lived on time. The beauty of living must be discovered soon, or never discovered. Only the one who has populated his youth with ideals and has been able to serve them with enthusiastic faith, can expect a serene and smiling maturity, kind to those who can not, tolerant of those who do not know. Let us repeat, that no ideal was served by the paralyzed and obtuse bourgeoisie; the conformists can not march away, nor can the blind contemplate a bright dawn. The people who do not know how to look to the future and work for it, are miserable lackeys of the past and live asphyxiating among its rubble.
There are undoubtedly poor people and times of poverty that nobody can prevent or avoid. The misery of a single class, on the other hand, arises from the internal imbalance in the economy of the country. The hunger of the poor is unjust when a group of Venezuelans shows opulence; but it is more so, as often happens, it falls on those who work to keep the rich in idleness. The misery, more serious for the mind than for the body, dissolves in the people the socialist feelings and warms the bonds of solidarity.
The future of Venezuela lies in the free initiative of young people. Youth is measured by the restless desire to renew itself, by the desire to undertake worthy works, who feels within himself the strength of his own destiny.
Every human being is an accomplice of his own destiny: miserable is he who squanders his dignity, slave who forges the chain, ignorant who despises culture, suicidal who pours hemlock into his own cup. We must not curse fate to justify our own laziness; Before we should ask ourselves in secret privacy: do we turn around as soon as we did all our energy? Do we think well of our actions, first, and then put into action, the necessary intensity?