Manifesto ©


Many times I have asked myself:

What is the meaning of this existence?

Many times I have received the answers;

but only a few have I understood the reasons.

You see…

Finding joy appears to be the pure expression

of a life well-worth living,

and invaluable happiness, the gift,

that brings tranquility to the mind, oh so freely.

But free is my mind and troubled is my heart

because wondering thru this existence

I can also see the clutter,

all the mess, the disarray, the contradictions.

Many times I have received the answers;

but only a few have I understood the reasons.

Perhaps… the questioning is part of the cognition

because, you see, I have come with criticism.

Finding joy, then,

appears to be the duality of the life that now I am living.

For my words can express the reasoning,

and my sadness, the true feelings for the horrors that now I am seeing.

I have asked many questions,

and I have rejected some of the answers.

Because this world is a pretty as cruel

and I can not be blind, I can not be mute.

All I can do is rationalize the truth

and all the realities that can not be hidden under our shoes.

You see..

I can, as you can,

believe that it is OK to inquire about our truthfulness,

about our rights and wrongs,

about you and me, about us, about it all.

I can not, and neither should you,

swallow all that it is presented as pure;

for we all know: contamination exists!

Yes, we know that with certitude!

I do not repent for having doubts.

I do not pray for an easier way out.

I do not regret believing that it is just fine

to analyze and use our minds.

I do believe we are capable to rationalize,

to know what it is fair,

and to do what we must do

in order to provide balance to not just our own kind.

Yes, I do believe we are the ones who decide which way to run.

And if that provides condemnation…

Perhaps: treason of some kind…

I have decided to live with that.

I will see then, I hope,

when this life can not be accounted for more doubts,

that I was all along in the inside, with some insight,

and not an outcast that wasted the truth with rationalism and such.

By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés)

#carolinaswords ©

August 22nd, 2016 – Updated on April 3rd, 2017