“Life is not too hard, we are too soft”

I recently been to New York and visited the 9/11 memorial. It amazes me how fast the reconstructed it. Last year it wasn’t half of what it is today. When rebuilding it, one of the biggest concerns was about security. Nobody wants to see a tragedy like that again; the two main towers are almost unbreakable for what they say. Basically, if other airplane try to crashed the whole thing won’t collapse, it has a stronger structure.

One of the good things we can take from tragedies is strength and the opportunity to do things better. When Japan was bombed, and recently, destroyed by earthquakes and tsunamis Japanese people rebuild everything. Newer and better cities. I strongly disagree with Marinetti’s ideas, but from this point of view futurists doesn’t sound as mad.

As always, I’m wandering around before talking about what this is really about.

I have this (dis)ability of changing the way the text goes; long sentences and random topics, basically is as confusing as my own thoughts.

Back to the main theme, I have one friend and I love talking to him. I trust him; he listens and advice me.  We are always talking, and most of times I end up crying. And when I cry, I sob.  This friend pushes me until my edge, and I breakdown. Some other people, when see me crying, panic as if  he was torturing me or something. Not at all.

The nice thing about this talks is that, as I said, I breakdown. The friend leave me in ruins, and I have to rebuilt everything about me and my vision of life. And in this moments I have the opportunity to build me over a stronger estructure; less chances to be collapsed. So everytime we talk I grow stronger, he knows that. I have to admit the things I listen to aren’t always pleasing. They are things that my other friends try to hide. If I say , for example, “my grades are bad” people are try to say I’ll get better, it was bad luck…He says” too bad, but you didn’t study, you deserve it. (he sounds  mean but he really isn’t. The mean people are the ones who hide reality from me) What I mean is that he tells me the truth, and this means SO much for me. Living a life of white lies is living a life of lies.

I suffer in some of these talks, but it opens my eyes. Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave” shows how hard it is to look at the world as it really is. At first the light hurt, the truth too; but after a while you get used. I cry, and is painful, but I know they keep me from worse things, greater pains and much more tears. It’s better to suffer a little bit now and be prepared for tomorrow. Hope the best, expect  (and be ready for) the worse.

I’m 16 and life until now is basically school and everything around it. Life is not school. Life is not as easy. I’m sure that my big deals today will seem to be stupid years ahead.

One of my teachers usually repeats to me “Life is not to hard, we are too soft”. My friend is trying to get me strong so life will be softer. We can’t keep away from reality forever. We need to get tougher to not breakdown in moments we just can’t afford to collapse and fall. Sometimes you are the one who is keeping lot’s of people from collapsing, you fall they fall. You have to be strong for you and for them.

I too decided to push people until their edges. I’ve been hard with some of my friends, and they (so far) didn’t get mad. All I’ve been listening to is thank you. I fell is my responsibility to help my friends improve their lives. It’s hard but worth it.

It’s better to get ready for the planes before they come and crash. It is better to get ready for the tsunamis before they come and wash everything out. It is better to be ready for earthquakes before your world tumbles and fall apart before you even have time to notice it. It is better to reconstruct while you are stable, nothing to lose or prove, a long road before our eyes, a dream in your mind, and a friend by your side.