The blackout




Apagón, ¿a quién no se le ha apagado la pantalla en un carrete? Creo que son pocos los que dicen que No. Pero siendo bien sinceros todos lo que hemos pasado por aquel dicho momento lo hacemos voluntariamente, para dormir despiertos mientras dejamos atrás las cosas que no nos dejan disfrutar lo que tanto nos gusta, ¿o no? Bueno, también lo hacemos para ... "jugosear", pero todo tiene segundas intenciones en esta vida, nada viene por nada ni sin razón, por más que lo odiemos es parte del ser humano, y somo seres humanos! Lo curioso de la situción es que cuando las cosas más borrosas parecen, más claras son en realidad, nuestras inhibiciones no tienen otro efecto más que el decirnos de las consecuencias... pero que pasaría si, solo por un día, actuaramos sin importar lo que ocurrirá, o si nos arrepentiremos al día siguiente? Todos sabemos que luego de ese día, sentiriamos un peso menos en nuestros hombros, pero simplemente no lo hacemos porque crecemos en una sociedad que nos enseña a cerrar la boca cuando tenemos algo que quiere salir de nuestro pecho a toda velocidad.


Luego que abrimos los ojos, simplemente buscamos con todas nuestras fuerzas maneras de desahorgarnos, por muy triviales que suenen. Beber, solo una de ellas, no es una de las mejores soluciones, quizás una de las peores, pero al menos es algo. No digo que deberia ser algo como una adiccion, pero si un deslice. Pero, ¿No les sucede que cuando están en esos estados de "letardo", lo primero que se les viene a la mente es aquella persona especial, el objeto de nuestro deseo?, Luego de eso, pensamos en que podemos hacer, el tipico ¿y si...? Pero aún así sabemos que no vale la pena gastar el tiempo en buscar formas de cambiar lo ya hecho y dicho, y los afortunados que están con aquella persona simplemente completan su felicidad con ese estado que llamamos "estar happy" que en verdad es "felicidad sintética", pero sirve de algo?

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