don't you dare smile in the face of the day. don't think for a second that you are in control of your feelings. see that person ahead? don't acknowledge them. head down, eyes forward, mouth shut, heart closed. ...good, now you're getting the hang of it. now, accept everyone else's authority but your own, amass financial debt, relieve yourself with the proper drugs, find someone under the same enchantment as you and call it love. have kids because it's the next step. raise them in your image. then,
watch them repeat the same cycles and as you're dying, have a flash-thought- "did I even notice who I was? what I wanted for this life?" and as the thresh ceases to be held you light a candle of hope- your love the spark, your children the fed flame. you say, "they will sever the momentum I couldn't, they will see it." -after all they are made to be better than you, not simply blind copies. yet as the kaleidoscopic walls usher you on you wonder, "how many of my ancestors have lit this same vela del lecho de muerte? how many were hoping it was their daughter or son?"
the security of tradition and the risk-reward of novelty played out across lineages. both correct and incorrect in their own ways...
which one reaches through the ages and hums in your spine?