How small we are. How many days we live being as we must, thinking automatically, walking in the same direction… How many hours we spent counting our hopes in the middle of nothing. Because we don’t know how many lives we would have, or if we will be able to know which life we are or were living. It’s hard to realize that everything we build with our presence could fade away in a second. We remain in others minds and memories… But how can we last forever? Is there going to be a time when people forget about Aristotle, for example? Or about ancient cultures?

We carry a heavy stone inside our backs and we believe in the mask of progress. The thing is that most of us forget. Most of us run to get in time to work, run to be in other places, run to meet a friend or to buy in sales, run in time of crisis, run to study, run, run and run to be in time. But, what we feel during this race called life? Who is the person in front of me when I travel by bus, train or subway? Who is the men behind the umbrella in rainy days? Or the woman screaming to a driver for his impertinence? Who is the person behind the mask?

We all have faces, but an essence of ourselves is always stuck inside our voices, our words. That’s why we should see the places we go, the people we know; we should hear eachother more often. And I say this knowing that, sometimes, I fail. I fail in my morning mood, in the conversations with my children, in my impertinence of being such a child when I feel lost, or how I can bother someone trying to know something else than his or her name… But I recognize my attitudes instead of deny them! And this is short list of me.

The important thing here is to remember. Always remember. Is not because our new ways of communication we are falling, but a consequence. We are falling because of our lack of sensibility in front of the other. Some people is so fucking scared (and I’m sorry for the language) that they don’t even see how we are killing ourselves. We are killing our hopes in wars, we are killing our feelings in the running, we are forgeting love. Love!

I know this sounds obvious and I know I’m repeating myself in the theme, but in each day of my life I see and feel that love is the only way to survive in this heavy world. I feel that words, literature and the values this things carry are the shelters we have to protect those things inside our blood that we call souls.

We are letting the fear in and because of that, we are more asleep than ever. We should really wake up for once.