In the vast majority of children's stories, there are heroes and villains.
Heroes: martyrs, who sacrifice their lives for the common good.
Villains: evil beings, who take advantage of the vulnerable for their own self and benefit.
In these children's stories, the heroes always prevail against the villains and the plot culminates with a happy ending.
So simple. Life could be so simple.
However, these stories do not reflect our current realities; and to the contrary, our predominant understanding of life concentrates in a mistaken idea that we must take the self-centered path at the expense of others, in order to succeed in life.
When did we stop aspiring in being the heroes of our own realities?
When did we abandon our blissful innocence to pursue an empty, senseless goal?
When did our propagandized reason took over our own instincts and emotions?
And, who should we blame for all of this?
Should we blame our government?
Should we blame our society?
Or, should we blame ourselves?
For us, the adults, these children's stories that were our only truth, somehow turned into absurd, incoherent tales.
We used to consider the heroes as role models. Now, we ridicule the heroes for their ingenue purpose to achieve the unachievable: an absurd utopia that merely exists in theory but never in practice.
We do consider the villains as the perfect models to follow, because the villains are the ones who take over the thrones, no matter what the cost is.
But, I honestly believe that we, the adults, are the ones who live inside a ridiculous bubble of lies, and we are wasting our present. We act incoherently, without solidarity and respect for the earth and others. We blindly lock ourselves inside a deadfall hole, where we value consumerist survival over a genuine life.
We abandon our happiness and freedom, to follow a boring routine. A routine where our only landscape is a computer screen, that divides our conscious reality from our unconscious lifestyle.