Hoping

Ok. So this blog starts in a cold night in the outskirts of Mexico City, no heating in the room other than the old electric box in the corner. I’m covered with blankets using only my phone to write this.

Let’s cut to the point.

I don’t like where this is heading. By this I mean us. Us the people. The gears in the machine called world.

Think of it this way, if the world was really a machine and we were all gears, that means if one of us is broken, the whole machine wouldn’t run as it was supposed to. Maybe this world isn’t going where it’s supposed to.

But where is it supposed to go? Religiously? To heaven? Or should we go through the path of knowledge and look for every answer? Would knowing everything give us a clear reason why we’re here?

The way I see it if some gears run towards religion and some others turn towards science/knowledge then the machine would stop working due to gears trying to go both ways.

But -thankfully- we’re not gears.

Thankfully, we’re some sort of device (I’ll call it gizmo) that lets ourselves go where we want and the machine won’t stop working.

Thankfully, all of us have different ways of thinking and living life.

The key to living life is being a gizmo, and not a gear. Because gears affect how other gears turn depending on who’s a bigger gear.

Gizmos can go wherever and don’t care what other gizmos are doing as long as they don’t affect each other.

Unfortunately, some people are gears. But if I’m a gizmo, should I stop caring as that’s my way of thinking?

Is it even possible for someone to say one word other than “human” that applies to all of us?

The spicy thing about life is that every single person in the world is different. I’m not trying to say I know the world so well that what I’m writing is absolute truth, but it’s absolute truth to me.

I try to accept people as they are, without judging religion, skin color or sexual preference. But I’ve come to learn that accepting people is easy for people that are away from you, and gets harder as you try to accept people as they are who are closer to you. Hardest is family members. But in the end, those are the most important and the ones who would really appreciate yourself accepting them.

I’m a gizmo, or at least I try, and yourself?