Do you know how sad to live in a country like Venezuela? I believe that it is not really the situation itself, that is, it plays an important role, I would say enough but that our problem lies in us as culture and society, each time we are less human and we do not return animals, we turn to our instincts to our true interior.
You say that what differentiates us from being animals is the ability to reason, but do we really reason?
In the history or biology books there is no record that the animals have caused as much destruction as we do, there are no records that the trees that we are destroying each time have caused world wars.
According to economic terms, the first need of humanity is food, but I think that at a certain point it is wrong or people make me see that this term is wrong.
Why do we have to hurt each other? Why do we lie and cheat each other? Every day we do more harm than good and just as we are with ourselves as human beings, we are like that with the rest of the species and with the planet itself.
Sometimes I think that the first need of humanity is self-destruction, we seek by all means possible to harm and harm our neighbor.
It is sad and enough, waking up every day and finding news of people killed by something as stupid as a cell phone, taking the life of another human being by a plastic with a couple of irons inside. It is sad to wake up and put the news in Venezuela and see news that everyone is emigrating from your country, of the scarcity of food that there is, of the lack of nobility of a government, sometimes and there are many times that the frustration is too much and you can not do anything.
And that's not even the worst part, because the authorities are responsible for censoring much of the media, go out and find people who can be your friends or brothers eating junk, checking the bags to see what they find. Go out to a public place and find children without eating, visit a public hospital and see that there are no stretchers for people, knowing that if that place is your only option you prefer to die at home.
It is very frustrating to see how your husband, your brother or your son has to leave his homeland, his home, his home to work in another place, to help raise the foundations of another city and not yours.
Having to spend Christmas with fewer and fewer people, less family and not because they die, but because they leave. That horrible feeling of having to call your mother over the phone to be able to hear from her and not be able to give her a big hug and tell her how much you love her.
I feel very sorry for all those who left, but even more for those of us who are still here, who continue to try to live but every time we ourselves make it more difficult.
You can not leave your home without being afraid of not going back in, having to go with your belongings as hidden as possible, having to leave like a homeless person so that no one wants you.
It is sad to live with fear of your people, of your people, of the people with whom you grew up. To see how everyone chooses the easiest options, they choose to steal and kill to eat and they do not work to improve them and improve them all.
Know that people prefer to make corrupt deals than to work honestly. What does that talk about us as a society before others? People do not want us in their countries because we have a reputation as scammers or thieves and really nobody who is in quotation marks honestly wants people like that in their environment.
The government wanted to campaign against the countries that still believe in us, that still believe that we Venezuelans can do anything and we will always be good at that, the government says that these countries treat Venezuelans with xenophobia but do we? Do not we do that here? Do not we insult the Chinese who has a supermarket on the corner? Do we not speak badly of the Colombian for having a reputation as a vividor? Do not we insult the Peruvians for their ancestry? and without knowing that we all come from there.
The new generations are worse every day, they are more ignorant, more stupid, more lazy, they prefer vaginas and alcohol than a good education and a sport.
And to end this post, there is no education, there are no good days or good night to reach a place, and good Venezuelans do not exist, they left here or died.
