Those VIP initials are magical; At airports they allow you to wait for flights in luxury lounges with snacks, sandwiches, coffee, fruit juices, ultra-personal treatment. The VIPs accompany the president on the stage, they have permission to put antisolar sheets on their car, ostentatious license plates, they do not queue, they have a private driver. It is not bad in itself as long as you keep your sanity, but the more important a person is, the more they should be simple, because when you take that importance seriously, when honors go to your head or self-esteem gets drunk, you run the risk of becoming an asshole. On the other hand, it is admirable that Pope Francis can openly declare: "I told the Lord: take care of me, but if your will is for me to die or for them to hurt me, I only ask you one favor, that it does not hurt me because I am coward for physical pain”. Pope Francis does not consider himself a VIP, rather he declares himself humble in front of the tremendous position entrusted to him.
Being surrounded by a crowd that shouts your name can short-circuit your pride, I could feel this when interviewing so many people considered famous, used to facing crowds of fans. I don't like words like figuretti, talents, because talents were Michelangelo, Mozart, Beethoven and others. In the field of professions, I prefer to talk about ability or perhaps charisma.
Blacio Pascal depicted it correctly: “The greatness of man consists in knowing that he is miserable, a tree does not know its misery, it is therefore to be great to know how to recognize that one is miserable”. Bill Gates, like any sultan who has a gold-plated Lamborghini, will have to go on his shoulders no matter how much padding he packs. If you opt for cremation to avoid putrefaction, you will become dust in the wind, dust in the wind.
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— Wiki for Blind Mon Dec 05 19:52:11 +0000 2016
Many times the human being refuses to face his destiny, he dreams of being immortal, so the marketing of the deceased invents outlandish fashions. The last one allows turning ashes into diamonds, a Swiss company collects our waste, transfers it to its laboratory where it is treated without manipulating the color of the jewels obtained. Family members can choose between jewels of 0.3 and 3 carats, even deciding that they are light blue or white with blue flashes, depending on the amount of boron present in the body of the deceased.
Here we are with our airs, new clothes, car of the year, filling our lives with any kind of trinket: medals, honors, gifts, diplomas, we also become posthumous doctors honoris causa ad vitam eternam. Our shriveled hands go in search of any dead sea. It's sad that a concert pianist or cello player has to spend a lifetime to get close to perfection, then turn into two and a half kilos of ashes. Let's face it, knowing we are mortals, enjoying every bite we take of this tasty cake called life. Let's also be happy pessimists, because only for a love life is worth it. (EITHER)
