The truth is that I am a cheesy person.
I get excited about many things.
Existence surpasses me, yes, it invades me, it overflows me.
I find myself crying with an ad.
With an image or a sound.
A wave hits me inside.
That reminds me that I’m alive.
That I am in life
And many times they have wanted me not to feel that.
That he was a functional adult, possible.
Hard.
That he used only reason.
Just the intellect.
To park emotions because emotions are for the weak.
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Nice words about the right to be emotional
Emotions are not scientific.
They are despicable and insignificant.
Everyone can feel them.
On the other hand, for reason, effort is needed.
You need to work it out.
It is necessary to “have something”, not just be.
It makes you unique from others.
Emotion is something you don’t earn: they give you away.
Reason makes you intelligent in front of others.
And the emotion, idiot.
He is dominated by his emotions, they say.
It approaches the animal, far from the human.
Well, I would like to praise kindness.
Long live the kitsch.
Even if it reduces credibility and professionalism.
Long live wonder and ingenuity.
Long live allowing us to look like jerks.
Because we are.
I claim my right to get emotional.
To be in life
And that life is in me.
Emotion as a bridge with the other.
Emotion as what equals us.
As what allows us to remember the collective, what unites us and not what separates us.
The emotion against that atrocious individuality.
Who wants us knowing things without passing them through the heart.
Knowing things to throw them in the face of others.
To recriminate them for everything they don’t know.
ignoring.
Everything they do feel.
crying is not weak
Many times the emotions of others cause us modesty.
We want them to go fast.
They do not occur in public.
We encourage people with the intention that they stop doing what makes us uncomfortable.
Because in the end.
When someone expresses himself, he acts as a mirror for us.
Someone expressing himself is a question to others.
Why don’t you express yourself?
How are you?
What do you feel?
Many times we say: Don’t cry.
But not because we are concerned about the well-being of the one who cries.
But because, the same, that could trigger something inside us.
Because we are not able to sustain the sadness of others.
We are not able to accompany.
To just stay silent.
And to be.
Let’s stop telling people not to cry.
Because sadness is a feeling just as valid as any other.
Because what you feel matters.
It matters enough to give it a place and a time.
How not to be afraid to live that emotion.
Although you do not like it.
The important thing is what you do with those tears.
Crying is useless, they say.
Crying works just like a river running down a mountain.
Just like the wind that shakes the branches.
Crying is useful because only when you have life can you cry.
No, crying is not for the weak.
Crying is alive and alive.
Because as long as you have a space on the planet.
You can show yourself.
And this existence without showing you is less existence.
So let’s stop trying to make people exist less.
Let it be more restrained.
Make less scandal.
To keep things because there are things that are intimate.
Because naming intimacy is often an exercise of power over others.
A call to a kind of order, shame or guilt.
A notice that dirty laundry is washed at home.
No, rags get dirty in the street, collectively, and collectively they are better cleaned.
Let’s stop passing the buck with others.
And let’s also take responsibility for what they feel.
For being sharing existence.
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