Talk.

Sometimes I think about this quote and in my head there comes my mom, my grandma, my aunt…my friends and their mothers, the friends of my mom, the friend of my grandma, of my aunt; the friends of the friends of my mom, grandma and aunt; and the friends of the friends of my friends mothers…then I turn myself crazy because I don’t know if I really know so many people. We are all connected, no?

Well, this a tough subject, because the conception of the world I have makes my mom blow away and so so does her with my grandma’s mind turning it into an infinite loop. It is crazy…I still wonder if it is only us women who are this difficult. But despite all, there is always love. Love in the family that are strangely strong and no matter what, you will still look for your mother when you have a problem, because a hug…makes everything better. Nevertheless, all the love a mother and daughter should have unconditionally sometimes it gets stopped, broken, burnt, worn out…gone because one of the part, if not both, made it a war and the communication disappears? What do you do with all the past hitting up on your relationship each time you want to talk about burritos? Can you picture the scene?

Can you picture also that you make victims the ones around you because there no way you can communicate, the person with you suppose to have the best relationship with is going to attack you and don’t consider your feelings but only her feelings? Do you know where I am going, right? But I only one thing to say: try hard to talk. Try to say “I’m sorry”, try to “forgive” and try to make everything better. This will affect you through all your life, will affect the children you might have, the friends you had, have and will have, the husband or the wife, the brothers and sisters, the rest of the family, at your work, at the park you always want to visit when is springs…everything. Even if is just to find out there is nothing more you can do…TALK.

You know I am talking from my own experience. Is not easy sometimes to talk with your mother, but is the woman who has made  lot for me and so did my grandma. So it hurts me seeing my two favorite women not getting along. I know there are things I can’t control and that I might selfish wishes, but I love them and for me (because is been hard to learn the power of showing love and I still have so much to learn) talking from the kindness and the soul, lets say, makes everything better.

BUT remember: There is needed TWO to fight.

Thank you for reading.

What kind of people we are?

We are mean people. We don’t share, we don’t understand others feeling and we don’t give a fuck.

Last night I was chatting with my friend on whatsapp. It was a tragedy she lost her grandmother and few weeks ago, her dog. I think the loose of a relative is hard, is enormously hard, heartbreaking… Situations like this can lead you to a deep sadness.

But telling about my friend’s tragedy isn’t the point of this post. I want to talk about the society world, because the world itself is beautiful, but the world of humans is another topic. We live in houses, we buy cars, we hang out with family and friends, we study, we work, we laugh, we discover…but the tendency is to be stupid. And when I say stupid is because anything we do is to show people we want to do whatever we want and not giving a fuck (I am sorry for my words) about others feelings. It is not necessary to know every detail of someone’s life, but respect and empathy are important, at least to live together.

We have created a world were all that matters is having a lot of things to then loose it all when we die, to impress people. Everything is about “me”, “I” and “myself”. The rate of people suffering depression is increasing each day because we just don’t listen. Of course, not everything is bad, but not everybody deals the situations the same way a very positive person, for example, would do. And if all this anxiety states some people have because they aren’t welcomed in a warmer way. In my opinion, as any other, we should work on feeling well and confident with us than to satisfy the rest.

Apathetic Ulcer

To not turn this post boring I have decided to put some salt on it adding this capture of an episode of Malcom in the Middle. Some of you might remember this program from early 2000. I always loved this program, watching it with my older brother almost everyday in Venezuela.
So this episode was about thinking before talking. Macolm (the one in the photo – I am sorry for the HD quality) used to talk and give his opinion without caring about the consequences. Arriving home he and his friend talked (mostly Malcom) about why every time he speaks gets in trouble when he give his opinion. Then his friend (who is stutterer) told him: Be…cause….weeee…..talk be…..fore….think. ( I am sorry, but even all my respects, stammering is funny for me and I think that was the purpose of the producers of this program). Malcom, then, decided to shut up all his opinions and try to listen. His mother complained about wet towels, he apologized; the girlfriend just needed to talk and he shut up, he went to the basketball trainer to apologize about his behavior and oh…I remember laughing a lot because the trainer was acting cool, Malcom containing his words to not shoot out at the trainer. And finally, in a basketball match, Malcom was waiting for the trainer to let him play.

Until the last moment Malcom hold it up, but inside his mind were running words and swears against the trainer. The trainer was going to let him play, but all the pressure on holding it made Malcom spit blood. Apathetic ulcer! It comes from stress. This leaded Macolm to the hospital. Then the mother said: “you are only a teenager, you can’t stress?”. Then Malcolm explodeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…

So what kind of people we are?