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sábado, 1 de septiembre de 2012

for all the young dudes



When I was younger than I am now the life was easier than now, all the free time I got in that time was to share with my friends, on those times we could walk in the middle of the night without a worry or danger, me and my friends used to carry only a few money with us and on those times all the gadgets we carry on our pockets were just an utopia.
I was not that fat on those days, I enjoyed a lot to walk (still) and I did it a lot for two reasons: pleasure and need. Now I can’t do that and not too often as I wish, now on these days I have begin to walk on a different scenario: a gym, due to the security problems and my sedentary jobs I’ve gained a lot of kilograms, then I need to get in shape again as in the past, I ride a MTB but as I mention before it is a bit complicated to ride at night safely here.
I don’t know why life is so complicated or even worst, when we lose our steps, when we lose our goals, why we change all the things we dreamed in the past in order to live better?  If such thing is live better!
On my youth I decided to be different of those that always were following new trends, to follow my own path, made myself a way in this world, but at the end I am the same as all the people, worried for the money, worried to be on time, worried to do my best, worry for all those things I used to dislike.
Now I got a passport, a wife, an official ID, a lot of gadgets that demands my attention, but when I think about the past I can’t stop thinking that more than win I have lost, I’ve lost a lot of things, a lot of activities, a lot of friends, a lot of my liberty, a lot of my privacy, a lot.
Sometimes when I stop a while on my daily routine, I can hear the boy I used to be, trying to escape from my own, wishing to take just some clothes and runaway as in the past, as when I left my home and my family, with a backpack of dreams and books to read, ….wishing to buy books to read them eat them,….wishing to walk alone in the dark night. On moments like this I feel nostalgia.
And I dream that I am young again, and I am able to do whatever I want again, not just what is required to me for the individual I am now.