¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!
All days melt together and turn into a big blur as of late. Day in and day out we fight someone elses fight, and the battles' end never in site. What are we fighting for, and do we trully win if just soldiers in a field? Do this, do that they tell you when they themselves don't know how to. All we see are enemies and no friends, until someone wipes the blood (ours) off our face and let's us know it doesn't have to be this way. Get up, get ready, commute, work, lunch, work, commute, home, eat. Barely any time to spend with the fam and your dream, just because you have to go to bed and rinse repeat... Moving around like conditioned mindless slaves controlled by dumbed media and jobs, the almighty dollar rises and wins again. Happiness is bought, and gone when broke. We need to break free of this monotony and fufill our true dreams, and flourish in family.
I am no different from you (the victim), but this soldier is wiping his face off and seeing the world as it should be. Rise above and seek your happiness and make your dreams come true. Nothing will change until you chose to make the first step and do something about it. "What shines with self light, can't be turned off," (roughly translated) was said by Silvio Rodriguez and couldn't be further from the truth. Rise above the yessirs, metoos, and become the Giant you are.
This post is dedicated to my family, friends, and all on their grind to bring their dreams out. Peace.