Today, Monday, June 1st, on a rainy day, I don’t think there’s a better time to reflect
First of all, greetings to everyone who is part of this wonderful community.
Sometimes it’s a little difficult for me to pay attention to absolutely every post, although I read most of them—sometimes only partially just to understand the context of each one. I always come across very cheerful people sharing their experiences, but sometimes I also encounter people and I say this with all due respect who complain or make a big deal out of small things that really aren’t a tragedy at all At the same time—or let’s say in parallel I’ve also found other people who convey and project their spiritual values in an artistic way, even through words, and it’s quite nice to share snippets of my life and my experiences in this world with all of you.
First and foremost, I want to summarize a few things, such as the fact that I’ve been here on the blockchain for over two years now, and I mainly dedicate myself to painting. I really love art, and I’ve also learned to use words and their rhythm to express myself—to do something like exactly what I’m doing right now: writing and conveying it through rap rhythms. Another perhaps relevant point is that I’m from here in Venezuela and I live in a small town in the state of Monagas. I really enjoy writing because, thanks to it, I’ve learned to overcome the obstacles that life itself throws at us—and that we decide whether to carry them along or let them go along the way.
My reflection today is honestly directed at myself, since these past few days—or to be more specific, the last week—I’ve been doing some work looking for new job opportunities, but at the same time I’ve had a little help here through the blockchain platform, which has helped me resolve a small part of my problems. The main ones were health-related, since between economic instability caused by a lack of employment and a salary that doesn’t meet my needs and demands, being in a medical situation where I need help is quite traumatic and difficult to bear. But when we receive a helping hand, that’s when we truly see the magnitude of what this means, since as a Venezuelan I don’t have a stable income, and the salaries for what we might call decent jobs barely exceed $1,000 a year. And when we look into the cost of medicine or medical treatment, that’s when we can grasp the scale of this madness.
Here, with a cup of coffee, watching the sunset and the rain, is where one sometimes wonders: if God exists, if there truly is an energy that endures far beyond what we can see and feel—that energy within us that makes us human and makes us think with humility, with a hand on our heart—and that is where I ask myself: what are we doing as a society? Why are there so many poor people, and why are there so many rich people causing disasters Why are there so many children, young people, and teenagers suffering, losing their innocence, dying, and even being abused and treated like commodities, while so many people with all four limbs—two arms and two legs—with strong bodies and stable minds beat their chests over things that literally only affect them? I don’t want to tell you that when we think as a group, when we think of a society or the world, sometimes our own burdens become lighter.
Text translated by DeepL
Pictures from my own.
