Carnival Reflections

We are in the carnival, a festival that lasts as wildflowers, regardless of adverse weather at all since pagan times has had to endure, whatever happens, whatever the odds, "the devil is loose in carnival" and unbridled joy and take account of our souls in conflict, torn between the "diabolical and carnal" and "sensual and sublime"

Carnival, for us it sounds like spring, summer, autumn, winter, Christmas, New Year, etc. milestones that mark our passage through life, like so many others that our mind registers and condition in the memory according to the depth of your emotional footprint.

The succession of life experiences are shaping our "self" and its theme leads us to be what "we feel we are" in our heart of hearts, in the depths of our being there, where "I" and "being" interact to give an outward expression, which is usually identified as character or personality.

The conflict to overcome, is that which arises when the "I" that we perceive, is not consistent with what we think we "should be" whether this feeling, the result of a severe self-criticism, or what we capture from outside signals sent by those who make up the social framework in which our existence takes place.

Is there, in the heart of hearts of each, where does the "digestion" of our life experiences, see:

When I was a school child, I participated, on par with my other classmates, an exhibition whose topic was "the digestive process of ruminants" and lived in the country and our families were dairy cows, the dissertation derived necessarily, our cows and ruminants condition, I confess that such a situation, for my new facet of our cows, I found, in principle somewhat comical and started to laugh and make some jokes with the other children in the class.

When the teacher ended the class, all the children rushed out to play school yard, that is, all but signed, the teacher stopped me short, the pedagogical methods of the time allowed, I take one ear, I sat on the study table and told me to write "five hundred times," the phrase "the cow is a ruminant animal."

So I think with sufficient authority to refer to this issue, especially when that lesson has left me a profound lesson.

While I was hurt and cramp the fingers of my right hand, repeating the same phrase as in fact I have no idea how many times I did, as the teacher deemed sufficient punishment the five or six leaves written it, my teacher, explained in a clear and simple, the process of rumination and its results, in the nutrition of this noble animal.

The cow is fed, ie, eats grass, alfalfa, serving, drinking water, etc.. and then finds a place and lies down and begins the process of rumination, involves re-chew cud over and over again, the food eaten, this allows you to extract all the nutrients from the food properties.

This process, once learned in school that unforgettable lesson, is that counsel apply in our lives, I have no doubt that the human creature should ruminate over and over again, their life experiences, re-evaluate the events as many times as necessary, to extract from them, the best possible conclusions.

When we talk about life experiences, the word itself etymologically leads to the concept of experiment and wonder: perhaps not ruminate experience? It is going through a process different stages to reach a result? The experience is one that allows us to drive safely on the highway of life, some acquire it and use it, others, perhaps the vast majority of mortals, they behave as if they were in an amusement park and climb behind the wheel of the "bumper cars" until they run out the ticket, then descended from their vehicles and complains of pain, that life is hard.

In the end, and things, but as I said earlier, we are in carnival, and on this date is released all, the mind, body, the joy of those who enjoy authentic, and sincere, one that seeks to find the fake smile that emerges after a few uncontrolled intake of alcohol, for some it is simply drink up dazed senses, for others, drinking and something else is trying to achieve a dream, hurt silence frustrations, such that instead of vanishing they cling with their claws deep into the soul, deep inside, where he tries to hide that "me" inside, which at times confuses the conscience and is more like a "I think I am" will invade the fantasy for a few moments of desired escape, until uncertainty returns, and again left alone and helpless in front of his misery forever.

Others who are released are the ghosts, unseen but make us feel their presence, they play the round, hand in hand, with "our fears, our fears, our" to say "with the "sins" that we hurriedly hidden "under the carpet" shaking their noise and ease your mind so that if an earthquake, and everything, absolutely everything, which intermingle deck of cards in the hands of fate, and added to Round all episodes of life that have left their indelible mark from the distant childhood to this present day.

So they have no choice, that laugh, laugh, sing and jump out to graze "our nonsense" in the meadow of debauchery, and in full uproar, they come, and from afar, the verses of an old song "Woe to drink, drinking is happy, it goes for me, the other for you, living the joy and love".

Hugo W. Arostegui