I have this indescribable feeling since a couple of years. I’m utterly afraid of not knowing enough. As simple as that sounds. I’m afraid of not having a wide knowledge of things, I want to become a cultivate person. I loathe those shallow persons that can’t have a normal and fluent conversation where the main subject isn’t the next party they will be attending or how wasted she/he was the other day. Can’t they see how beautifully this world was made? Full of mysteries and things we just simply can’t imagine because of their magnitude. Shouldn’t be our first instinct to try and go out there exploring as many things as possible?- enjoying the whole process and every part of it, that is. I feel that this generation (I’m generalizing of course) lacks of motivation. How wrong and sad is that not knowing who Miley Cyrus is is considered ‘lack of general culture’, yet not knowing who Carl Jung was is perfectly accepted by the society.
Ego. Doble Ego
In Bilbao, an exposition about Gay Mercader, the person that made possible the Rolling Stones, Bob Marley, Patty Smith, etc concerts in Spain in early 70s.
I suck at making important decisions. Scratch that. I suck at making any decision.