Mischievous Words

I have noticed recently how public people and people who have blogs, columns, and other media have a good idea of writing something on the topic "opinion is like a ass, everyone has it". Was it not a little hypocritical that those individuals would say that one's opinion is completely irrelevant to their existence, of course only if it is not the same as theirs! If they really think that, I beg them to turn off their "blog as an ass ..." and withdraw into the anonymous quarters where nobody is interested in their narrative thinking about an opinion. I really should have finished this column because these sentences perfectly summed up everything I wanted to write this week, but what would be the world when you could not express your opinion? What would be the quality of communication if it were always packed in beautiful words while holding the pussy in the pocket behind your back? How can we differentiate what is good, if we do not know what is bad? ...

For years, I have not been living for certain dates and I do not spend weeks or months waiting for a birthday, Christmas or Valentine's Day. Not because these days you realize that time goes by and that six of this-will-be-mine -year calendar went by, and red dates smeared on the leaves of those same calendars went as if they were not red. It always seemed to me that those days that we are all so loudly counting through the internet and advents calendars would stop the world for a moment. When these days come, all hungry will get a pot of French salad or at least a basket of bread.   All too loud will be a little quiet, too quiet will speak out; the world will declare holidays for just about everyone. All the sick will be released from the hospital, all the children will laugh in their warm bed covered with a grandmother's quilt, the fluffy one under which you wake up in the same position where you are and sleep. That the crime will be stopped, unicorns will drive ins...

This is not a special year in itself. This is just the calendar turned. Therefore, if you think that this year it will make you happy, I will bet that today, the third week of this year, you slowly doubt it. I am telling you that the year by itself does not carry a magic wand. Even better, because if this year had a magic wand, it would scared you at the end. Fearing, does not the next one carry some kind of fatal wand? Because they convinced you that after laughing, there was crying. Do not trust them. Well, sure, if you want nice packaging, feel free to use the story of the all-new, fresh year. Which really gives you the empty days. The brush of the new year is in your hand. You are the one who is painting it. You choose colors, themes, and notes that you will paint in it. You will find some days that in which it will surprise you, maybe you will not like it. Do not despair; it would not give you a blank canvas, a brush in your hand, and an opportunity to paint at all if it doubte...