Take care of your weapons, it is a rough city

 

I do not have enough strength to write today, I did many things with my mind-chakra (so you can understand it). I only have been out of my home for buying stuff for the house, but I feel amazing. I got a home (just for a month, but it feels good anyway), I am doing my hobbies, searching options for my future, and I am really tired for keep pushing myself to reach that heavenly place destined to our projects produced by discipline. Someone could say "thank god I am here"; yes, I could say that, but today I made a lucid critic to that reference to god, so I do not feel in the mood for saying it.

Today I am critic about what I desire, just because Zizek reflects on that. What is desiring this machine called Emerson? To being Chilean, a roto chileno (a man who uses the Ockham blade), a left side thinker, half sport, a guy, a blog writer, a musician, a film watcher, etc. And you know? it is good to know that you are not so different; if you were, you would not even start reading this, or you could not even start reading English.

Blessings, whatever that means.

I decide to laugh, it feels better than suffering.