Days ago, I remembered the lyrics of that song that León Gieco immortalized in the face of the imminent confrontation between Argentina and Chile in the 70s, that song that asked God not to intercede, but rather, to give us more sensitivity to be capable of withstanding the cruelty of the human race.
Hence, today some lyrics resound in the thought:… "I only ask God, that the pain is not indifferent to me, that the dry death does not find me empty and only without having done enough" simple words, coming from your voice, which contain a complexity in their gestation, if we stop our walk and reflect on them.
If they are subjected to deep judgment, we would judge in each one of us, if we have done enough as that letter asks, that would be the way to summarize our own existence, unequivocally to establish the meaning of life, perhaps some (as) sin in the exaggeration and qualify themselves in a negative way, others would judge their actions contrary to the first ones, even in the limits of demanding gratitude from the masses for their actions, for all of them it is worth asking them Who says what is good or what is bad?
In our actions, our attitudes are in accordance with the principles and values that have been instilled in us, I dare to assure that in many cases we are the repetition of what another has done previously, we are the result of the practice that another has put on going. In most families, the common denominator lies in the same difference in principles and values that they share with others. We do not all have the same values and we do not all have the same conception or dimension of the things that surround us.
This substantive difference can mean in practice, the most common way to justify what we do, to explain our attitudes to third parties. That justifies us traveling on the train, observing a person who sheds a tear and, it is as normal as another who talks with his friend criticizing some gesture observed in another passenger. We block what is observed so that it does not discover what we really are, we refuse to talk with a homeless person so as not to bring out the true human being that we carry inside or perhaps, to prevent him from questioning our attitudes in life and feeling reproach for what we are.
We do not allow what can make us cry to take hold. We have considered for a long time that crying is weakness and pain, without understanding that human nature in the most sublime, expresses its feelings in tears. Tears to feelings is the blood to violence, the direct relationship between one and the other, determines the true qualifier to our existence.
That is why we walk without observing the reality of our surroundings, how many people have you seen in the square cry while you walk talking on the phone? How many who struggle with their loneliness have been the object of your gaze? The here and now, happens to replace tomorrow and us. It is the indifferent gaze, at what surrounds us, at what haunts us, at what we are and what we do not accept, at what our human condition will reveal to us.
If we keep looking between the conception of good and bad, we arrive in the least, which represents, looking at ourselves, who says that what we see in front of the mirror is right or wrong? Where are the differences you get between you and the homeless man you left in the plaza? The answers to the questions must go through the only valid criterion in this introspective process. Are they reasons or are they excuses?
Let us not put away pain, as a synonym of failure, let us begin to understand it as an example of learning, as the representative of humility and as the first sign that the indifferent gaze has disappeared from our attitudes, only in this way can the birth of a subject who looks be conceived around him and stops before the sublime, the painter said in his exhibition that to understand his work, one had to understand the sublime, he did not refer to being sublime as a metaphorical expression, he was referring to the human sensitivity that symbolizes who we are.
