blah blah blah... with a bit of culture ;)

So I spent an exceptional weekend enjoying the wonderful and breathtaking beaches of my dearly loved country and this, with the endearing company of (not so much) my family and boyfriend. We found ourselves to be in a hotel filled, I’d say more like infested with French people, which for me was nothing less than intellectual stimulating, for I found myself several times prying into conversations with the sole purpose of discovering how much I actually understood of the language… to my surprise (NOT) it wasn’t plenty. Any who! I returned with a perfect sun tan and had time to peruse some of my favorite books, not because I’m a boring person but rather because reading is an activity of which I take enormous pleasure doing. One of the books I got to RE- read was “El libro de los abrazos” de Eduardo Galeano, which is a fusion of numerous stories, fables, chronicles, but must of all, of those thought to be insignificant truths that in the end, turn out to be the most important ones… here are some passages of the book I find to be noteworthy:

El sistema/1 Los funcionarios nofuncionan.Los políticos hablan pero no dicen.Los votantes votan pero noeligen.Los medios de información desinforman.Los centros de enseñanza enseñan aignorar.Los jueces condenan a las víctimas.Los militares están en guerra contrasus compatriotas.Los policías no combaten los crímenes, porque están ocupados encometerlos.Las bancarrotas se socializan, las ganancias se privatizan.Es máslibre el dinero que la gente.La gente está al servicio de las cosas.

El sistema/2 Tiempo delos camaleones: nadie ha enseñado tanto a la humanidad como estos humildesanimalitos.Se considera culto a quien bien oculta, se rinde culto a la culturadel disfraz. Se habla el doble lenguaje de los artistas del disimulo. Doblelenguaje, doble contabilidad, doble moral: una moral para decir, otra moral parahacer. La moral para hacer se llama realismo.La ley de la irrealidad es la leydel poder. Para que la realidad no sea irreal, nos dicen los que mandan, la moral ha de ser inmoral.

Happy anyone?

What is it with happiness, and its constant seek? Personally, I find it to be a conundrum.

Distressing for many to hear, I don’t believe in happiness, Joy, glee, bliss, gratitude or how ever you want to call it. Happiness for me is an immense utopia, sort of like a myth, instilled to us by preceding generations; (you know along the lines of Santa, the tooth fairy blah blah blah…) recently, being a good and righteous law student (*cough…bullshit…cough*) I also discovered that Happiness has evolved into a human right of the 4th generation, like some sort of mandatory task… my my! And regardless of it all, we manage to make our lives a continuous and relentless pursuit of the so called happiness (and truth be told it always ends up in total and utter failure), which for me, is a clear indicator that none of us is in fact “happy”!…reality is, we are expected to be joyous, grateful creatures, essentially for the whole being alive thing, either we want it or not. And to be honest, maybe it doesn’t all lay on being happy. Coming to think about it, maybe it’s like Kant said… “Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination” perhaps its not a destination or purpose to be found, but solely the way how we choose to travel…maybe happiness has nothing to do with being happy, but with acknowledging what is it that you have, being aware of our merits, and those of others…our personal triumphs, the friends we decide to have in our lives, and those who didn’t, but are. For me, happiness defines itself into courageousness, bravery, having quite some guts... for that is what it takes to live the day by day and still remain standing.