Pack society

I bought a new backpack. You'd say what does that have to do with anything. Well nothing at first. But on the backpack there is a small label with 3 words that make me think: THE PACK PROTECTS! Wolves are not the good guys in any stories. Wolves are presented as malefic and bad and tameless creatures. Although all these might be true, there are things one could learn from them. And one of the most important thing is that THE PACK PROTECTS. True ... there are times when you see two wolves fighting for dominion and it's a life&death fight. However, the basic idea is that when the pack is formed, when everybody knows their place within the pack, oh, well, you're protected! That feeling that you're safe. No need to remind you about Maslow's hierarchy of human needs, right? Because if I had, I would tell you that safety is, after the physiological needs, right at the bottom. And you know what, I really connect with the "the pack protects" principle. You are supposed to find that group of people where you feel safe. Where you feel like the pack protects. We live in such hard times. The FREEDOM is not actually FREEDOM. The "do what you want" is not really "do what you want". I feel like the society constraints us in ways we don't even realize. Why do I dress a certain way or why did I buy one thing or another? You'd say that you always DO what you feel like and you don't listen to what the gossip says. Good for you, but I doubt it! I really think that nowadays we're more alert than ever. There are things deep in our subconscious we don't even know they make all the decision for us. Okkk ... we should not try that hard to be liked by the others. Bottom line is we each live our own life and in the end each of us will answer for what they did. Meanwhile, it is so good to have finally found a group to belong to. My pack! It's even better than it seems, given that I've been a lonely wolf. Or so I thought. All I know is that I am in a pack society now. And ... the PACK PROTECTS!

Guidance

It's been a while. Not that I don't have anything to say, but because I find myself in a position of not finding the correct words. I tried to complain about this country I live in, about its politics and politic class, about the life itself, about the people around me. Even about myself. And in the end ... I didn't gain anything. Instead I transformed into someone I don't really like. That person everybody is passing by or avoiding because all they do is complain. I don't even believe that if life gives you lemons you must turn them into lemonade. It's not my job to change the circumstances of my life. My job? Well if you ask me now ... I'll tell you that my job here is to be more like my Savior. It might sound pretentious to some, or even heretical ... but I'm done with what other people think of me. I am really done with trying to please one or another. I am actually tired of living a life that was not meant to be for me. I am tired of being someone I am not. And you know what ... at this point I don't know who am I supposed to be. I just know I need to move forward. Towards the goal. Because time is running out for everybody and in the end, when I stand before God, I want to be able to say, in Erma Bombeck's words: "I used everything you gave me". So.. its's time for action!