Palabras mas, palabras menos (Esp/Eng)

Hoy uso mi blog de Hive para desahogar un poco aquello que llevo adentro, pensé escribir en la comunidad @catarsis pero de pronto pensé que lo que quería escribir no iba a tener mucho sentido. A veces me gusta escribir por escribir, así empezó todo en mi vida. Cuando era pequeño gracias a que veía a mi padre leer,también aprendí el habito y poco a poco me hice un lector decente. Desde la biblia, hasta la melancólica poesía de Cesar Vallejo, el manifiesto surrealista de Bretón, El werther de Goethe, los diálogos de Platón, el Zaratustra de Nietzche, libros de autoayuda, etc.. todo lo que me parecía interesante lo leía. Pero siempre he querido ser un participe de las cosas que me apasionan, de igual manera me pasó con la música, vi a mi hermano y mi papa tocar instrumentos, cantar, y así paso. Todo lo que un niño ve lo imita, así como vi a mi padre cantar y leer, también lo vi fumar y ¿adivinen que? si, sin querer ofender a los que fuman, pues fue un vicio que me costó dejar. Somos para bien o para mal, alumnos en la escuela de la vida.

Today I use my Hive blog to vent a little of what I carry inside, I thought about writing in the @catarsis community but suddenly I thought that what I wanted to write was not going to make much sense. Sometimes I like to write for the sake of writing, that's how it all started in my life. When I was little, thanks to watching my father read, I also learned the habit and little by little I became a decent reader. From the bible, to the melancholic poetry of Cesar Vallejo, Breton's surrealist manifesto, Goethe's Werther, Plato's dialogues, Nietzsche's Zarathustra, self-help books, etc. I read everything I found interesting. But I have always wanted to be a participant in the things that I am passionate about, in the same way it happened to me with music, I saw my brother and my father play instruments, sing, and so it happened. Everything a child sees he imitates, just as I saw my father sing and read, I also saw him smoke and guess what? yes, without wanting to offend those who smoke, it was a vice that was hard for me to give up. We are, for better or worse, students in the school of life.

I've had a rather peculiar few days lately, a rough patch financially, emotionally and in many ways. On the other hand it is inevitable for me to feel silly, because I work closely in hospital areas where people have real and quite critical problems. You get to feel like a spoiled child, but well, everyone has their downsides in life, and at the end of the day, circumstances are difficult for everyone, whether you live in a mansion or live in the barrio.

Life is too short to complain, and so is life, life is more than just paying bills, buying and selling things until one day the story ends. Today is Saturday, my son is with me, my dad and my brother. We are about to eat a simple dinner together, but I feel today more than ever, that this is what it is all about. I have spent over 35 years in my life to get to this moment, so I feel good knowing that I have the privilege of breathing and walking on my two legs. I hear the hilarious laughter of my son who is not yet 4 years old, and I think his mind has not yet suffered the corruption of the world. My phone is damaged, my car is damaged, I have had more than two months that my personal economy is at historic lows, but I am not the only one nor the worst. The beauty of impermanence is that it does not forgive even the bad, so the bad times, and the rough patches are bound to pass, as well as the good times. Life is oscillation and impermanence. I think that was enough rambling, it feels good to write and let it out. If there was anyone who read all this nonsense, thank you for your time.

text translated at www.deepl.com, own photos and content is original for the Hive blockchain. .