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How many sunsets have you watched in your life? How many times have you played in the mud?


 I've been living in this planet for forty seven years, almost forty eight, and all this time I have been enjoying the beauty of the little things. Right across town, beyond the green hills, near the sea, or even in the darkness of a room... I've been discovering new images as if they were new continents.
Everybody seeks a way of living, and when anyone speaks about «the way of living», he or she is really talking about the way of surviving. No one understands life as a chance to enjoy, to create, to learn, to try, to play, to share, and specially to be free.
-What do you do in life? -someone asks somebody.
-I'm running the feedstore.
-Oh very good! You're a lucky man.
No one asks about happiness or goals or poetry or hope.
Once, I made a decission, an essential decission. This decission was not allowing anybody to make me believe in groundless ideas, in groundless morality, in any unjustified dogma. Human world is full of believes that are really chains; chains that immobilize not only the bodies but also the minds, the vital decissions, the way of living; invisible chains made by some old traditions, by fashion, by morons with power, by the bad education of the consumistic society.
This is the only way to be free: not believing in any idea, but deeply believe in the nature's beauty.
Of course, everybody finds himself living in a cage sometime, because we are born in this human world, so we are born inside the cage. However, we have to afford the chance of getting out of this cage, because our life is all we have, and it is even more important than our survival.
Maybe we even have to change not only the traditional core of the life but the old ways too. And society will have concerns about us being free, being diferent, because our attitude will make evident the boring way of life of the society. Many times the tedious pace will be hidden in the frantic goals, in the hurry of the life, in the momentary escapes, in the sweet opium of the possessions, in the obsessive chasing of the short time of the vacations as if they were the reason why people work during the whole year. But life is the hostess of ours, and as a good hostess it takes care of its guests. Life calls us in the middle of our daily lives; sometimes this call is a feeling, another times it is a dream, a poem, a hint... Now and then, life talks to us and if we are awake, we hear it.
We all live to live, and sometime, all of a suden, through this life and its normality, we are about to find and answer. Where is this answer coming from? From the very life, from the nature. This answer arrives without a previous question. This answer is not a matter of the religions. This answer is our own way of being, our identity, our actual name, and this answer is only heard by us.
-Why don't you all take your sits? -the Life asks -. Your answer is about to be served. Stop chasing smoke! Stop suffering! Stop hurrying! Every day, there's a sunset; and every day, sunset is different. And you will die. In fact, you are dying. How many sunsets have you watched in your life? And when you watched a sunset... How many times were you talking about any matter and forgetting the sunset you had in front of your eyes? How many times have you played with the mud? You are going to die. Have you ever been yourself?  
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