All around I see familiar places

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Dear Carlos,

It has been a while, since the last time we both spend a night gazing at the corners of the world. After gathering fiction stories and real life stories, I felt this was the proper time to drop you a few lines.
Mad world! Indeed it is, but nonetheless we got to love it, with all its little clichés scatter around any given corner of its streets. All around I see familiar faces, worn down places… the song states it well.
Ah! Friends!
I have friends who remind me of myself in the most prehistoric stages of my existence - the high school – a place where all the insecurities jumped at me like flees to a dog, it was a time when nothing more seems to have an opportunity to reveal itself.
It was so easy to be a pessimistic hidden under the shield of realism. Optimist was left for the ones, whose reality gave the paramount ability to create, enjoy and purchase art with the mere thought. Pessimism, however, is given to those, whose life seems a redundancy of bad events, scattered in a road somewhere where the too many good events are easily forgotten.
Do you remember Carlos, back in the days when fear ruled your soul with the fist of anxiety, when the optimism that others had for you, hold so little currency when compared to that grim view of eternity through the blurred lens of the present imperfect. There are so many ways to divide people today. One that calls for my attention currently, is the self-critics and the self-lovers division. Personally, I have been, in occasion, part of both circles of thought, although, despite the qualities of my life indicate that I should be a self-lover, I most confess that I tend more to the former category due to an unexplainable crises of low-esteem that hovers on top of me every now and then.
Yet, I wonder, what makes people be so much of a critic to themselves. How can a person endure such a punishment, by the self?
After viewing Requiem for a dream, I wonder how will we ever get out of the mess that we are in today. We are so careless with the little earthquakes in our lives that it is a true wonder to see a moment of care towards any other earthquake lying around in the neighborhood.
My friend, I believe that life brings us greatness at any corner, if we are willing to be there to pick it up and indulge ourselves with what life has for us in its rollercoaster.
I cannot afford to be specific or I would lose myself too much, in any case Carlos, you can wonder one, upon reading these humble words that you compose to yourself.
Take care of yourself, fill your cup with high hopes and visions of grandeur, for in the end of the first act you might be given the chance to performer in one of your dreams and take others high in to the moon.
Hug

Carlos


P.S. I am listening to Donnie Darko Soundtrack, after watching Requiem for a Dream. I am still dwelling with a Portuguese book, it is difficult to leave the world of two peoples that are opposite in the sense that one breaths and the other does not. Oh well.


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