FAULTS

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Often, we like the way we are. That implies creating a false image, denying certain defects in the sight of all. For the good form of self-esteem, nothing better than having a good self-deception at hand.

Works.

Good self-concept is vitamin C of mental health. It is a little good every day, just getting up, thus having the necessary dose for the whole day. That lie allows us to move on. Look in the eyes of destiny. Challenge the bitch life and be bold to stand up.

Works.

However, contingencies come to the calendar from time to time. They rush without order or knock on the door. Just as an airplane deviates from its route on the ground to the surprise of the air traffic controllers. The contingencies can come in various forms: sometimes they are sentimental ruptures or dirty rags unveiled. Endless gelatinous forms capable of sending your life to the surface. However, there is one in which our insolence and mediocrity triumphs through the world.

Breakdowns

Something is broken in our world: it is not something physical or emotional, but something material. A necessary object for our day to day. Maybe the computer or the lemon squeezer; Maybe the car engine. It can be a problem with sleeves or carburetor. The fact is that, without having a fucking idea, we embark on the adventure of how to solve it.

And it does not work.

Our pride is placed as an architectural barrier that prevents us from seeing things well. The distorted concept as a Rorshratch test plunges us into the mud instead of moving forward. It is common to see the mindundi snooping in the hood of the car: concentrated on the immensity of the parts without knowing what any are for. It will emit a mild diagnosis. Sure wrong. A low-level tip that will ensure you pay more at the mechanic.

An ominous attitude.

Faults are synonymous with limits. A border placed on our talent. An unwritten law about what we cannot do. However, we like to rebel and be above. We don't like life to put us on our site. It is more cool to jump on the problems and wait for them to take refuge in our presence.
But that never happens.

I would like to say that after this critical tirade towards all of us, I am one of those who accepts its limitations. But I would lie: I am another narcissistic clown eager for his minute of glory. Pissed off when reality gives me colleges. And friend spitting on the frontiers of knowledge. All this cocktail, assures me a niche of repeated misfortunes throughout life. A cluster of adverse situations that arrogance cannot overcome.

However, there is always a plan B: and there is the self-deception to deny everything. In the end, it will be God's fault, destiny or circumstances, but never under any circumstances, of a humble servant.