I don't play with the devil

'cause the played me

The necessary radicalism

 Unfortunately what I've seen since young is that humans only pay attention and change anything, namely themselves, or just being more conscious, when they're facing truth blowing up on their faces and they can't hide from it. One should always try to strive for the broadest scope of common good, even if it may hinder you in some way, but especially give the example and the tool and the way for people to learn by themselves and achieve what they want to do. 

I did that all my life and it always worked for the for people's life, even if it meant to be the villain in their story. If you'te alive and want to be the best person as a human being you have to be a hero in the short time you're living and make the most good impact that you can. 

Someone has got to be the one who sacrifices for everyone else to be okay. There's no other way. Though I never asked to be alive or have this kind of part. 

And yes, what is once seen has radical, if it's common it will be normalized and everyone will be better for that. The women in Iran from Women, Life, Freedom or the MeToo movements, as were the so called interracial marriages, or gay marriage, or even small things like having tattoos or wearing ripped jeans. It's how it's been in all the history of humanity. And unfortunately that's how we operate, wether it's with our own life's when we have a near death case and we wake up and change, or when we're joining a big movement to fight for civil rights. 

One teacher told me when I was 18 that he was exaggerating at a moment in class explaining giving an example for people to understand, to make a point and to come across, because only like that people pay attention. Well, years later I realised it going massively in fashion when paparazzi and scandalous journalism was all around. But we should use it for the good, always, even when we exaggerate 50%, because normally one day we can get it to be real, with a lesser threshold. 

Do it good, be a rad for good stuff, be a hero.

To forget or not to forget, that's no question.

 Just got nuked in my brain: 

You don’t need to forget anyone.

You only need to remember yourself.

(and me wanting fruitlessly to forget).. and I get this bomb. but, for me to remember myself I have to put myself first and stop thinking of them and suffering about it, right🤦🏽)

The Physics of Feeling

Sometimes I wonder if all of existence is not made only of matter or logic, but of emotion, like a pure, vibrating feeling that shapes the invisible around us.
I used to think physics explained it all: the particles, the fields, the energy that never dies. But maybe what we call emotion is just another form of that same energy, translated into human experience. Fear, love, hope, are all movements of current. Maybe the difference between destruction and creation lies only in which direction that current flows.
I’ve noticed how fear tends to materialize fast. It comes with adrenaline, that's why, a small explosion of energy that seems to magnetize the things I dread most. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy with the power of a lightning strike. I’ve lived that many times, enough to recognize the pattern. And I’ve started wondering: if fear can create, why not love?
There was a time, more during those strange, heightened days of the pandemic, when I could feel everything. Nature, the pulse of people’s emotions, even the movement of weather. I was running on something beyond reason, a current that made me feel connected to everything. Maybe I had crossed a threshold where the mind and matter met halfway.
Now I see how volatile it all is;  like ions in a storm, always shifting between poles, always trying to find balance. Humanity itself seems to live in that same instability; always pulled between extremes, learning through crisis, stumbling toward coherence.
And still, in the middle of all that movement, I believe in the possibility of gentle creation. Of letting the same energy that once carried fear be transformed into something brigh, like a thought, a gesture, a drawing, a quiet intention that becomes real.
Even when I drop things from my hands, I no longer fight it or read it as bad luck. I just see it as a sign that energy is moving again, I guess through me, around me, trying to find its new form.
Maybe that’s what co-creation really is. Not a miracle, not magic, but the subtle art of letting emotion align with consciousness until something new takes shape.
We don’t always notice when it happens. But it happens all the times like in waves that come and go.

The Love of our life

 No one can be the love of our lives. Only you. Because you're the only one who can know yourself and be always with you to accompany all the changes.

 How blessed are we, when we disappear, diluting ourselves in the tiny morning dew droplets and in the rushy rivers, dissolving ourselves into the clouds, the misty, the overall air? 

It's us still, but no us anymore, like we never came from nowhere, no ancestors, no present self, no rememberance, just sprawling entangled into the moment.

It's "how to disappear completely?" and you did it.

In darkness we see/a

 It is in darkness that I see us better:

our faces cutout by the light 

showing our division

Our dive into the depths 

"you try your best

but your best ain't good enough 

You say your prayers 

but you always mess them up

and late at night you cry

you mourn the life"

Elvis, the pelvis

 you're the devil in disguise, oh yes you are, you're the devil in disguise, hmm hmm hmm hmm

(and the worse is that I like it 🤦🏽😐)

 The worst thing is that he excluded me from his iTunes playlists. 

I think you might be my blue parts (of the puzzle).

in Man Up

 There's strength in numbers and richness in diversity. Wake up before it's too late, you eugenic psychopathic frightened assholes.