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Character starvation

“The mental and moral qualities distinctive to an individual” or “A written statement of someone’s good qualities” definitions provided by Google for an elusive term – character.

For me, at least, showing this trait is the absolute minimum requirement, a baseline. Am I asking too much? Yes. From a population of air breathers that have  a solely objective to backstab everything and everyone in their selfish quest of having success, of being someone, of filling those fat bellies with  gold essences, of overdosing with the devilish potion of luxury plus hate, of draining the last drops of thinking fuel left.

I see it every day, feel it every hour, get torn apart in every minute because I refuse to give up hope in humanity. However, I still get knocked down by fucking morons. Yes, I`m talking about you, all the fucktards, all you shapeshifters. When you smell an opportunity to rise to power, you have an adrenaline rush that propels you to reach such lengths as following your managers to the bathroom and literally licking their asses clean. For fuck sake, at least brush your teeth afterwards, there are reminiscences between your teeth and your mouth smells of bullshit. How does the Earth still keeps you alive?

No matter in which environment you land, there is a guaranteed chance you will stumble upon a nemesis like this. Getting friendly just to add another trophy to his/her wall, laughing with lies in your face while having the confidence lion, indirectly spitting in your mind to brainwash all human traits, crafting a carpet pavement of assumed ideas, letting the impression that he/she will jump in front of the train to save you while actually being the mastermind that shoves more coal on fire in order to crush you faster, giving the impression that they give a fuck. Disgraceful!

With a trained detection algorithm in place, you think that you can protect yourself from them but the reality is that  I’m getting changed by the anger inside. The cut is so deep that the corruption sucks almost all the life out of me,  getting me that one step closer to the edge … Tic-Tac… I’m one breakdown apart from total madness, one stroke away from blasting out.

One last shout for one last time, one last resuscitation of a trait that many have been deprived themselves of, one last teardrop to ignite the thirst for … character.

Why the fuck, craving for the highest pick while the character level is burning to 0 became so mainstream? How can we unfuck what it`s already fucked?  Why can’t we put an end to the starvation of qualities?

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Emotionless Robots

Walking from work today, maybe for the thousand time; passing frequently the same bus station where I always saw this old lady that was selling flowers. Now she didn’t have a stand or something, she was just laying there, sitting on some steps, waiting to make an honest amount of money. In my mind, I would have loved to buy some flowers only knowing I might do a good deed. But has that ever happened? No! Every time I passed to that station, I felt like a squeezing in my heart, a lost of breath, shame (just like in GOT). I was and still am a damn coward. I could at least empathize with her but I would rather keep my earphones, increase the volume of music, vanish with my tail between my legs.

But today, a chilly October, I was mesmerized. There was this young girl, holding her hand and chatting with her. The granny literally was flooded  with tears of joy and not even a bag of money would have had the power to spark so much lightness. “Faith in humanity restored”! I take a bow to you, stranger, whoever you are. Some minutes of you life were not wasted but rather invested into bringing a smile to humble human being.

This is the moment where I realized that we are Emotionless Robots. Yes, we are thought that suppressing our emotions will lead us to a successful future because nowadays if you do the opposite, airbreathers will feast upon what is known as a weakness: showing emotion.

We always blame time, we don`t have time for that or for that, this resulting in our brains prioritizing our tasks, prioritizing at least a certain percentage of bull shit. We are caught in this devil’s den, a structure containing all the selfishness acts we feed upon. Towards others: Love? – Lost; Empathy? – Almost inexistent; Helping? – No chance in hell;

The grueling part is that a high-level artificial intelligence algorithm would be a step forward. At least it could be programmed to fell and share emotions, something we have a deficiency for. It`s ironic how we, as humans, are turning into robots while scientist are working on converting robots to humans.

Ignoring the noise whilst being amputated of the possibility to perceive the signal. Constantly, the ability that makes us human will remain a page in the history books for the hybrids that will inherit this planet. Soulless robots we have become.

Criminals, yes, a lousy bunch of emotion criminals is the trait we are getting more and more used to. We allow society to fuck us in the brain, the herd effect pushing us to act only like doers and not like thinkers. But the biggest crime of them all is that we are knowingly… repeat doing it. There is this switch that overwrites consciousness (or what is left of it), that is forgotten to be ON!

If we can only translate some of the passion for things we love towards emotions that we are on the edge of losing!

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Power of a smile

No one can argue this fact: there is too much hatred, too much evil, too much  sorrow on this planet we call Earth. It`s a never ending leaking pipe that no matter how many repairs we apply to it, it brakes in other places. Sure, you might argue that we might completely replace the pipe, however, we both know that`s not possible. So we are left with one single possibility, making the volume of those leaks smaller and smaller.

Life is hard, nobody denies that all of us have struggles, some bigger than others, some are sucked in and virtually sell their soul to the devil, others are letting their frustrations get the better of them. How deep are you stuck in that rabbit hole shouldn’t provide you an excuse not to try at least, to be a better person.

You don’t even imagine how much a few nice words said to a person in need, can do to them. Not even a cash donation can make them feel better. Likewise, just by offering an innocent smile to those around you, can mimic magic. And if their face is enlightened then you didn’t just spread happiness to them but to you soul too. Just try to do this randomly, from time to time and you will get addicted to the feeling. Most of the times, people remember me as the ones that always smiled, that always didn’t forget his bag of happy tricks home.

While this might seem as a basic technique, it does have a huge impact on the brains of the ones receiving it. Reminding them to be happy triggers the part of their brains responsible for opening the drawers with happy memories. Subconsciously, you hacked the brain state by activating the trails that overwrite all the bad that is happening. For a split second, sorrow is lost while a flash of warm light invades the mind. The events you set into motion can have only positive outcomes. Moreover, you will also teach that person, indirectly, to do the same thing at a certain point in time, to others. Thus, like a roller coaster, you basically helped not only one but possibly hundreds if not thousands more.


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