There is no hope for improvement.
Surrounded by ignorance and disregard
Daily do I struggle to beat the hours…
A distant note lost in the room,
or the total silence
are a balm to me,
In such a magical way that
An idea of a smile is drawn on lips.
In its fugacity, all concerns are erased
And then, in the imperceptible gap,
Happiness is felt.
Society has been living in an ironic era. At the same time that exploration of Mars advances and the chance of inhabiting another planet might be real, there is a growing cast of people, that believe and defend that the Earth is flat. There are also groups against vaccines, just to mention two examples of modernity ignorance.
People that believe in what was mentioned above are responsible for a disservice to society. Even though many concrete pieces of evidence prove the Earth is spherical and the importance of vaccines against a massive number of diseases, the proliferation of pressure groups against scientific facts, especially on the internet, on a global scale, is huge.
Although the arguments of those groups might be weak and stale, they became a fecund field for demagogues politicians such as Donald Trump, in the USA, and Jair Bolsonaro, in Brazil. On top of that when politicians of that level wield their significant power, society experiences multiple setbacks in crucial areas such as science, social issues and especially diplomacy. As a consequence, some societies sink into cultural and economic ostracism.
All things considered, this ironic era we have been living in is a uniquely propitious time for human beings to find a balance as a species, focusing on what is meaningful and what should be questioned or not, in a way the entire society may participate and enjoy its achievements. Otherwise, any place we might inhabit, Earth or Mars, will be an inhospitable place to live.
I have always imagined I would be a writer, or at least I could write
things that were read by a large number of people. What is the best definition
for a writer? Who writes or who is read?
It does not matter if part of this dream will never be achieved, I will
keep on writing, because writing is a type of therapy, the search for a word is
a patient task, for only that word, may be used to create the meaning intended.
Writing is not just creating characters and plots, it is giving life and voice
for things that cannot be lived or spoken in the real world.
This flame is so alive in me that I dare to write using a foreign language,
or at least I am trying to. “Audacity” is a nice word that hides my fear to
pass to this world and be forgotten. Deep inside, that is the real meaning to
write and (who knows) one day to be read: be eternal.
