Este es un texto que encontré revolviendo cajas de diarios y de, uhm, cositas de mapache* que acumulo a través de los años, pues hoarder en rehab (sort of). Por el tipo de libreta de donde está arrancada la hoja, los horarios y números de salones que están escritos detrás, con letra ajena, calculo que el texto es de algún momento entre 2008 y 2010. De antemano, les pido una disculpa.
*basura
Growing means to realize who one is, keeping eyes open to our inner bond with the others, but without falling in the trap of control. A subtle mix of arearenes, positive self-abandonment and genuine trust in the universe is what lets individuals truly transcen themselves. From crying cubs up to members of a strong, cohesive but yet liberating, galloping herd.
The road to freedom is flow. Before searching for the answers to our needs, why don’t we try first to know why we have this need, anyway? and understand that in growth there is no such thing as individual progress, in detriment of any other soul. We’ll never stop being part of one huge, crowded cosmic litter.
