generation X

Do I consider myself as a member of generation X?

Well if by generation x you mean, a certain group of people having in common being on their twenties and sharing a very particular interest in buying compulsively, I’d really consider the fact of belonging to such an institution.

First of all, I’d say the whole process doesn’t really start after the age majority but it starts since you realize through media, older relatives, friends and whatsoever that possessing seems to be the ideal and ultimate goal in this forced society of ours. I mean them and pretty much WE show to ourselves and everybody else that life is pointless unless you acquire this global notion of capitalism that helps going through this vast ocean of supply and demand.

Sometimes you do notice that there’s something wrong while most of the people you know can afford to buy expensive perfumes, fancy cars, luxury trips and trendy technological devices but on the other hand in developing countries and even first world countries poverty, stratification, famine and misery are unavoidable realities. So what on earth allow us to afford and expect a better level of life? Are the higher incomes, the strategic geographic position or the wise manipulation of resources? Well none of them, the key item to this society to work the way it does, it’s debt…

By controlling debt, you control the wages and the purchasing power; I’ll consider it as modern slavery.

The richest nations control the World Bank and the IMF (International Monetary Fund), institutions which promote the notion of scarcity among people as if there were not resources enough to house everyone and assure decent healthcare and education worldwide. As in addition it is true, we don’t have the money but we do have the resources…

So not to go further from the main topic of this paper, I’ll regard debt camouflaged and powered by our tendency to mass consumption while us Generation X’ers submit ourselves to monotone , boring and useless jobs that eventually get us dumb and surely will maintain this status of mediocrity and social reproduction. Jobs that provide money enough to cover basic necessities and appealing normal acquisitions such hobbies, entertainment and undefined items at the minimum level. So the real point is that the majority of people finding themselves in this state of scarcity will opt for loans to achieve the social status that the media standards promote.

So, after all this criticism I cannot deny my position in this group, I seldom work and when I do it I spend the gains received in basic necessities but really the highest percentage goes to materialistic and superficial expenses. Besides I own a credit card and whenever I’ve got this infamous yearning of buying something that I couldn’t afford I use it, promising that I eventually pay what I borrowed plus a tribute called interest so they can lend this money again and again completing this vicious circle.

I could blame a lot of factors for my condition or our condition and get really mad at them, but I conclude that the realization and consciousness of what we’re truly are and where should be pointing our actions will eventually improve our lifestyle.

Finally I add that my statement needs a deeper reflection and it’s really confusing, a fact that I will correct over time. Nevertheless I’m conscious that the most critical aspect it’s to correct my actions and channel them in the right direction to promote common welfare and unconditional love.

"You’re only as free as your purchasing power".

Peter Joseph

C for Change

Supongamos que planto una bomba en tu cerebro, algo equivalente a la potencia del big-bang, una explosión magistral que no dejara rastro alguno.

Todas esas civilizaciones que existían tendrán que volver a nacer todas esas ideas, y seguramente serás la misma persona que eras después de un cierto lapso de tiempo.

A mi parecer todos esos falsos maestros te inyectaran sus doctrinas alienables y alienadas, porque nada y me atrevo a decir nadie está escrito, la visión del cambio a largo plazo es un efecto mediocre de la falta de imaginación, la falta de criterio y de espíritu crítico. Dejamos que nos impongan ideas como si plantaran ya arboles de dos metros en nuestras cabezas. Vender las semillas no es un negocio porque entonces podrás escoger cuando y como quieres plantarlas.

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"All authority of any kind, especially in the field of thought and understanding, is the most destructive, evil thing. Leaders destroy the followers and followers destroy the leaders. You have to be your own teacher and your own disciple. You have to question everything that man has accepted as valuable, as necessary."
"Understanding of the self only arises in relationship, in watching yourself in relationship to people, ideas, and things; to trees, the earth, and the world around you and within you. Relationship is the mirror in which the self is revealed. Without self-knowledge there is no basis for right thought and action.” Nehru asked, “How does one start?” to which Krishnamurti replied, “Begin where you are. Read every word, every phrase, every paragraph of the mind, as it operates through thought."
Concern for man and the environment: Humanity is part of nature, and if nature is not cared for, it will boomerang on man. Only the right education, and deep affection between people everywhere, will resolve many problems including the enviromental challenges.
Krishnamurti

columna soho

"Te imaginas lo ruin que debe sentirse alguien para buscar su complemento en otro."
Efraim Medina Reyes

En Un Mar De Perplejidad

Camila Y Gabriel no se conocen, bueno no en esta vida,

lo triste es que no lo haran porque si algun dia llegaran

a hacerlo el choque de sus miradas y el amor que producirian

a partir de ese momento formaria un hoyo negro.

Camila tiene la habilidad de emanar palabras perfumadas de

rosa desde su boca y Gabriel no es musico pero el es musica.

El sentimiento que los hace a los 2 tan compatibles es el amor

mismo y la adoracion al sonido de la inequivoca melodia del

silencio eterno, incoprendida en un mar de perplejidad.

Aimez, aimez, aimez tout le reste n est rien.

De La Fontaine.

"De Battre Mon Coeur S'est Arrêté"

Alli lo encontro ella, recostado contra una pared con un tiro en su corazón,
lo había performado pq el désden implacable que ella le daba era mas doloroso que la
misma muerte. El vacio, ese vacio dañino, de aquel junkie que acostumbrado
a altas dosis de amor se le arrebataba sin noticia. Un anhelo corto y agresivo.
Su aspecto era deplorable con sus cabellos despeinados, ojeras, una chaqueta
verde y esa sonrisa que solo yo se distinguir, de aquel que ha perdido y se
burla de su tragedia sabiendo a cuestas la lastima que le produce al resto de sus
co-terrestres.
Ella le preguntó pq lo habia hecho pero el no respondio, su sangre creaba un estanque
de tristeza a su alrededor cuando alguna vez le habian dicho que el amor no era una
droga... aparentemente.
Olvidado, olvidado y olvidado, el olvido que era peor que el odio, la indiferencia de no verse
considerado como un ser humano.
El era diferente pero su alma no daba mas, era justo dejar de ser humano para no sentir mas
la tristeza de ver al objeto de su pasión poseída por un sentimiento completamente
ajeno a su presencia.
Estaba desesperado y no conciliaba un acuerdo con el creador para quedarse aqui,
como era posible que ella castigara su amor con silencio y evasión?
Pasaron unos segundos cuando el vio porfin la luz, ahi le dijo antes de partir:

Version 1: No es culpa tuya mujer que mi mente no sea capaz de compartirte con el aire, como no soporto tampoco verme absorto ante tu presencia, asi evitare yo la muerte y el sufrimiento de saber que no soy yo el destinado a hacerte feliz.
Version 2: Mujer tu traicion es dulce como tu grosera manera de existir, mi defensa es la muerte fisica y mi condena es el obligado cierre de vinculos entre almas. Tu no sabes de respeto y es comprensible como tu alma tampoco irradia esa misteriosa personalidad que tu boca profesa. Eres simple y aterradora, pero te amo y eso me aterra aun mas, pues veo que el amor al mal ningunna reaccion alergica le produce.
Version 3: Preciosa eres en tu exterior, y miedo concentras al interior, no es hielo es sombra. Equilibras la mala energia de esta ciudad bajo el dolor desgarrador que me produces.
Version 4: "Todo entra por los ojos". Al quedar ciego por ti. Abrí mis oidos y empece a escuchar , a analizar, a comprender. Unos somos auditores, otros son espectadores tu esperas ver algo que te asombre y te complazca... Yo solo queria oirlo. Me das la razon entonces... no es bueno hablar en este estado sabiendo que la otra persona ha escuchado lo suficiente para ganar el debate. Es un juego a muerte de prioridades. Cuando volvimos las relaciones humanas una suerte de competencia??????????????????????????????

Ain't mad at you...Let's just pretend we still love each other... No reason, there are no reasons... Σ Α Ρ A otse se arap it, ainet euq olracas ed anugla arenam...