These days, most of us are prey to a greater or lesser extent, certain dates inscribed on the calendar that dictate your behavior and up your mood depending on what you play "celebrate." Thus we
February 14 where we bought some flowers, chocolates, write letters, etc, and we feel more loving, more poetic, more friends, more fans, whatever the case.
In our Mother's Day becomes sensitive cord is stretched to its origin with a phone call, a card and a few little notes we repay a little bit the priceless sacrifices of our parents (for those who are fortunate to have her still alive.) We
until Christmas and some who claimed to be the rebirth of mankind, the birth of Christ, the reflection of what we have been, are and will has become the highest expression of consumerism can do with the collective consciousness of men ... and women too.
Amidst all this time, I find the Thanksgiving Day.
This conclusion has led the pendulum clock of my life here in the USA. This unstoppable swing that has marked the hours of darkness and lucid in my recent memory. Since my first conclusion that I tasted bitterness, remember, at a distance, wishes postponed until the later, my table will be expanded and the color and warmth of other languages \u200b\u200band cultures heat my home.
what that day will be lit from the outset, to thank for keeping me alive and dreamy, not to let despair invades me, for allowing my children to show the correct way possible in this society full of inaccuracies and false flags.
For allowing people who do know that my hopes of a better world claudiquen not, in order to thank for keeping this date outside the scope of the registers and unnecessary consumerism and plastic, because for me a true date of withdrawal and reflection of what could mark the hours to come ...
But who would I thank? To life, to myself, my parents, my brothers, my children, my partner, who are no longer physically in this world but his generosity burning alive as torches in the dark night of cynicism? Or just give thanks to God and thus saving me name? No, I could not ignore anyone and everyone in varying degrees left their mark on my life and have helped build part of who I am. Health
then and hopefully someday we all have something to be thankful and globalize this celebration, everyone can have bread and water from pure you can drink and that the covenant of the alliance of the celebration of life never break.
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