Have you ever cursed when realizing that Monday was coming after your longed-for Sunday?
Have you ever celebrated the coming of Friday in your schedule?
Have you ever dreamed of the life-saving arrivalof those 14 days a year, that someone decided to call “vacation”?
My deep knowledge of the human psyche, in addition to my questions being a little bit silly, allows me to take ahead and to predict your answer: “YES!“ Am I right? Then, cross out the double for me, Johnny! I´ll continue:
Wouldn’t it be, then, that the vast majority of human beings isn´t happy with its routine? Then, do we have this life “just because”, with no consideration at all, moved by fright and comfortability? Have you ever noticed that, because you have a miserable routine, you crave to burn (and you do) with all hurry 5 of 7 days of each week of your life? Do you know how serious it is to let your life pass by? Besides, do you know that time doesn´t come back?
Dear reader, I don´t know if you feel the same, but it terrifies me to get old without having lived. The idea of giving the best years of my life to a master in a suit is unacceptable to me. Why should I be submissive and obedient to whom tyrannizes me? Why should I forge, with my own sweat and work, the same axe that my executioner would then use to cut off my head? And, what’s more, Why should I be grateful for it?
Life is just one and it is happening now. Yes, I know it sounds trite, but that’s how it is. To live is the only thing we can really aspire to. Everything else is ephemeral and doesn´t fit inside of our coffins. So, why don´t you better just rebel and do what you really want and what makes you happy? Anyways, tomorrow we could all be dead. Working until 65, having a family, buying a house and a car… all that is just a construction, a need strategically imposed by the master, so that we, willingly accept to be enslaved, sodomized and indebted as fuck. All this is in exchange for a life that is functional to another person. A life that doesn’´t represent nor satisfy the desires and needs that we have, as rational animals.
This blog comes up, then, as a space to share reflections and points of view from other perspectives. At least, from my perspective, the one of a lower-medium class guy who at 26 left to see how bad it could be to step out of the path that someone else hads already traced for him. This is NOT a travel blog, this is a blog that travels. Histories, curses, thoughts, chronicles, pictures, road info, humour, music and whatever I want will go on in succession to give shape to this many times aborted but never forgotten firstborn son.
Be welcome. Come and see this humble space I decided to call Buenas Rutas.
*For those who have been travelling in Spanish- speaking countries, “Buenas Rutas” (Good Routes) won´t sound new to you. Buenas Rutas is the mantra by excellence in between the travellers. It Is the favourite show of solidarity and respect, and a way of wishing good luck to a fellow route traveler.