Que tinguem sort...

Avui és dia de relax després d'una Acampada Jove que prefereixo no comentar, ja que personalment no n'he sortit gaire ben parada... En moments com els d'ara m'agrada escoltar música, i aquí us deixo una de les meves preferides: Tell me Why

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Today is a relax day after the bad experince in the festival where I was this weekend. Another day maybe I'll tell you why, but today is not the best moment. In this kind of moments I love to listen to music, and one of my favourite songs is that one: Tell me Why

TELL ME WHY:
In my dreams, Children sing
A song of love for every boy and girl
The sky is blue, the fields are green
And laughter is the language of the world
Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need

Tell me why,(why) does it have to be like this
Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed
Tell me why, (why) cause I don't understand
When so many need somebody
We don't give a helping hand
Tell me why

Every day, I ask myself
what will I have to do to be a man
Do I have, to stand and fight
To prove to everybody who I am
Is that what my life is for?
To waste in a world full of war

Tell me why, (why) does it have to be like this
Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed
Tell me why,(why) cause I don't understand
When so many need somebody
We don't give a helping hand
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Just tell me why (why, why, why)

Tell me why, (why) does it have to be like this
Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed
Tell me why, (why) cause I don't understand
When so many need somebody
We don't give a helping hand
Tell me why (Why why, does the tigers run?)
Tell me why (Why why, do we shoot the gun?)
Tell me why (Why why, do we never learn?)
Can someone tell us why we let the forests burn

(why why do we say we can?) tell me why
(why why is it still the same?) tell me why
(why why do we talk and run?) tell me why
can someone tell us why we let the ocean die

(why why do we always say?) tell me why
(why why do we pass the blame?) tell me why
(why why does it never rain?)
can someone tell us why we cannot just be friends

why why?

A vegades ens dóna la sensció de que tot el que tenim al nostre voltant és perfecte, o al contrari, tot és un desastre i no podria anar pitjor. Per què sempre mirem el cantó més catastròfic de la vida o ens imaginem en un dels contes de fades que ens explicaven de petits per a que no tinguéssim por a les nits? És curiós plantejar-me aquesta pregunta quan sóc la primera que veig el got sempre mig buit.

La vida dóna moltes voltes, i a mesura que passen els anys ens adonem de tot el que tenim i tot el que hem de fer per continuar endavant i construir el nostre futur, sempre incert. No us agradaria tindre una d'aquelles boles de vidre per mirar el futur? Sempre penso que seria fantàstic tindre'n una, ja que molts cops no saps per quin camí tirar, no saps què pot haver més enllà d'un dels teus actes, moviments, frases, pensaments, sentiments...

La vida és un laberint d'opcions, és un joc on has de saber per on avançar per poder arribar a la meta; però la diferència és que molts cops en aquesta partida no tenim un manual d'instruccions per poder entendre el per què de moltes coses. És aquí quan tirem els daus i avancem fitxa sovint amb els ulls closos, esperant el que pugui passar.

Poc a poc, minuts, hores, dies, mesos, anys... van quedant enrere i reflexionem sobre tot el que em fet, pensat i dit. És llavors quan ens agradaria tornar al passat i intentar canviar les coses; és llavors quan desitgem no haver dit allò que va fer que tot anés diferent; és llavors quan plorem pels nostres actes; és llavors quan ens sentim estúpids; és llavors quan potser pensem que hagués estat millor no haver conegut algú; és llavors quan... quan què? què podem fer ara? per què pensem una i una altra vegada en tot allò que ha quedat enrere i ens apenedim dels fets? No podem canviar el passat, però sí aprendre d'aquest i construir el nostre futur aprenent dels nostres errors i encerts.

La vida no és mai perfecta ni mai desastrosa, però això és el que ens fem creure. Quin és el significat de perfecció a l'hora de definir una cosa tan abstracta com és la vida? Si definim la vida com a perfecta vol dir que només tenim en compte allò que ens afecta directament i ens queda a prop, però en el món hi ha molta imperfecció que volguem o no ens afecta. Això sí, per adonar-nos-en cal mirar més enllà, cosa que molts no saben fer.

Per altra banda, per què és desastrosa? Les coses ens poden anar malament, potser durant unes hores o bé durant dies, mesos o anys; però cal fer un esforç per canviar allò que fa que no ens sentim agust. Cal mirar endavant i construir un nou camí amb positivisme.

Sí, suposo que la clau és ser positiu i optimista. Dos adjectius que la humanitat sencera hauria d'aplicar-se, començant per mi. Això sí, tampoc cal passar-se perquè en la vida no tot és color de rosa.

Sometimes we have the impression that all what we have around us is perfect, or the opposite, all is a disaster and it's impossible to be worst. Why do we always see the most catastrophic side of our life or do we imagine us in one of the fairies stories that our parents explained us when we were children? It's curious to suggest me that question when I'm the first one that I look at the glass always half empty.

Life is always changing, and while the time is running we realise about everything we have and all what we have to do to continue ahead and to build our future, always uncertain. Wouldn't you like to have one of these crystal balls to be able to observe the future? I always think that it could be fantastic to have it one because usually we don't know which way to choose or we don't know what could have beyond your behaviours, movements, sentences, thoughts, feelings...

Life is an options path, is a game where you must know how to continue to get the goal; but the difference is that in this game we don't have an instruction manual to understand the reason of a lot of things. Arriving that point we should trough our dies and move ahead usually with our eyes closed, waiting what can happen.

Slowly, minutes, hours, days, months, years... keep on remaining behind and we think about everything we did, though and said. It's when we would like to come back to the past and try to change the things; it's when we wish not to have said the words that did that everything was different; it's when we cry for our acts; it's when we feel stupids; it's when we think that it could be better not to have known someone; it's when... when what? what can we do now? Why do we think one time and again about everything we left behind and we regret about everything? We can't change the past, but it's possible to learn about it and to build our future learning of our mistakes and certainties.

Life is neither perfect nor disaster, but that is what we think. Which is the meaning of perfection when we need to define something so abstract like the life? If we define life as perfect, means that we only have in mine that we that which directly afect us and it's close to us, but in the world there is a lot of imperfection that affect us wanting or not. To notice it is necessary to see beyond, but unfortunately a lot of people doesn't know how to do it.

By the other side, why is it a disaster? Things can go wrong, perhaps during some hours or maybe during days, months or years; but it's necessary to make an effort to change to things that make to feel us better. It's necessary to look ahead and to build a new way with positivism.

Yeah, I thing the clue is to be positive and optimist. Two adjectives that the whole humanity should apply them, starting for me. But it's true that it's not good to go too far because at life not everything is colored with pink.