Forgive me for the undecided. Or not. Tired of asking for forgiveness, there is no guilt to justify it, but I have been observing for a while that too much tolerance escapes us and harms us as much as the absence of this misunderstood virtue. To be tolerant is not to endure everything,, it is not to give credit to the fantasy that idealizes the other, ignoring their vices and highlighting their virtues, nor ignoring the facts they show, repeat, rub on the face to make us understand what we do not want to see. non-tolerance, it’s naivety.
Sometimes we want so much something that we start looking for excuses not to abandon it, not to move forward, not to move forward, many times it is true, nothing has started, it is just a possibility, it makes you want to give up so early, to be discouraged, to remain aimless when it seems that a course has been found. Even more of these times, there is no other way than the imaginary. Going aimlessly, aware of your own wandering, may be the best option given the lack of options, either to create options or simply to find you.
- This mess of living the unexpected.
- Knowing that it is unforeseen.
- Accepting that it is unforeseen.
- Because that is right.
- Who lives trying to take control ends up losing control to the unexpected.
- Unbearable and real minimum.
- You live indefinitely as on a roller coaster.
- It is not worth spending time in more mountainous curves than even time.
- With the most unpredictable than the turn of events.
- With the most violent phenomena of living without knowing what will happen?except for this mysterious end.
- After all.
- That many talk about.
- But no one knows what.
And in this swing of life, between emotions and nausea, this endless swing that moves us so much because we are not going anywhere, going back to the beginning to end up in the known, surprising more by the exhausting experience of repetition, than because of the novelty of the circular path, to the well-resolved, there is nothing that can irritate more than the other way around. The undecided. There are those who put their hands on their heads, there are those who soften them with psychoanalysis, there are those who justify them with the greatness of life and there are those who simply deny that the quality of choice is possible.
But there is no possibility in this life of living without making choices, from the most trivial activities to the most complex areas of existence, elections are part, only what we do not choose is to be born, in fact, until we die, to some extent, you can choose Many options that almost no one has. Empty options are expensive, built-in options take time. Chance options, tense return. There is no justice or logic that dwells in elections. For some there is the cross or the sword, for others an ocean of possibilities, seas of pink or thorny sea. The illusion that it’s time to think. Too much goes hand in hand with each other, is it the desperate rush of those who can no longer get lost?There, a myriad of incomprehensible differences.
Whether or not there is that justice we want to believe in, or the logic they have tried to teach us, life doesn’t always work that way. Maybe, and just maybe, only nature is as accurate as science. this nature? We are no longer protected by your schedule. We are facing constant instability, all of us, without exception. Whether you have two or ten perspectives in advance, the choice is a part and the choice affects much more than just who has to point to an address.
And in this, we inevitably get so involved in other people’s choices, if an idiot is in power, your choices will affect you, from the shallowest aspect of your life to the innermost aspect of your being. there is not much to do, except to try, little by little, in many cases, to influence the environment, because elections are not solitary, they are probably better related than us. But apart from these hyperbolic areas of choice, there is the flapping of the wings of butterflies.
These little choices, those choices that seem insignificant, but can mean everything for life. And what’s worth more than a life?Your anxieties, what do you want? Your frustrations? Your pride What are your expectations?Much is talked about not having expectations, I leave it for another conversation to make a point, but what is there without waiting but an untimely death to be in the world?Look and look, I finally got to the undecided with a brief It wasn’t a hoax, I just followed the roller coaster.
Those who don’t know what they want is because they don’t want to, we want to deny this reality, even if we want the choice of others to be so much that we want it to be our choice, only not, not always, and it may be that most of the time they don’t, but few people take their choices right away, while most of them are given an interrogation. For fear of giving up the right to the uncertain, they do not immediately choose not to want to lose what is already available with an exclamation point, but wishing that the questioning of the other will dissolve. The undecided are great cooks: possibilities and people. They leave it there, in warm water, until they finally make up their minds, when they finally realize that what they really wanted is not going to happen, and then the other one leaves, that he was in a maria bath.
Despite all the complexity that surrounds the election, the truth is that we know very well what we want, we know it still, who does not know, it is because it does not want, it is because it looks the other way, it is just that they do not want to keep empty hands. The undecided do not deserve a truce, or they will make those who want to be naive, by the way, always tolerant, toys in their hands. It is better to leave the indecisive with their indecisions, to stop being an option, to stop being for each other and to be for themselves, for life, for the world. Free people meet free people, anyone who cares, even a ghost, can end up looking very well accompanied. and surprises the possibilities beyond.
For the well-solved, it is better to let the dilemma pass, welcome the peaks and falls of the roller coaster of life, live new emotions, get bored a little, but only a little, with a stop still useless. then it continues.
It’s better than serving as a ration to hungry egos that don’t assume arrival or departure, it’s better than wasting time. And if there is a mistake in this interpretation, without error, those who want to pursue it, and follow it only because they have not realized the value of those who have been next door.