About the Brazilian Independence Day

Greetings, democratic travelers.

Today, September the 7th, could be a great day for the Brazilian people; however, unfortunately as in most of the world for the past few years, our Democracy has been a target.

I don't know really what to write anymore. I've just felt sad and angry and overwhelmed and tired thinking about it today, to be honest.

But we need to keep going. Not only because they won't stop, but also because we need to be moving. We need to be defending the ethical values we claim to defend. Even if it may seem like it won't make any difference. There really is good in this world, and we cannot let ourselves forget that.

Fuck, I'm not even thirty years old yet. Who am I to state what is right or wrong. But I try my best to help other people. To be here for the ones I love. To hug when any word seems to be not enough. To truly listen. To not only think about my own fucking self.

I grew up hopeful. I really believed that our world was a good place to exist in. And life really has a lot of beauty in it. It's just that it seems like our society dries it out completely sometimes.

The endless pursuits for profit, for power, for fame. While so many of our own suffer, continuously, each and every day. And suffering is an important part of life. I've grown so much because of it. But endless suffering is just torture. And since I've mentioned it, how absurd it is that a politician could praise a torturer, and go on to became president?

I've been writing here for a while now. Not only on Steemit, but also on this little planet we call home. And it's the only one we've got, mind you. If we don't even take care of each other, how could we take care of it too?

Around three years ago I had this same crisis, that eventually ends up leading to feeling helpless. However, I found solace in thinking that we can indeed control our actions, our words, our thoughts. We can indeed try to make our reality a better one for the people we care about. I just think I haven't gotten around to convincing myself that I'm worth too. How crazy is that?

I've been meditating again. I started the first week trying five minutes, then six, and now I'm at seven. It's not been easy, nor I think that I've been as concentrated as I once was. But the important thing is that I'm trying.

I'm trying to make my own reality a better place for me to live in first, so that maybe I can also make it better for the people I care about. It's just not really simple from any perspective, but oh well... I won't stop.