An expectant country

If there is something that encompasses all Argentines, it is that we are an expectant  people  . We live on expectations.

We're expectant because we always expect someone else to do things. “Somebody has to do something about the drug.” Put it on. To take responsibility; to educate and accompany children, not to use violence with them, I owe it to you. “This country...“. That “this country” as if it wasn't ours, it's our grandparents. It was already. “My country” is the right thing. I understand that nonos didn't feel so Argentine. After all, many came to turn. But we? Let's go, boys.

Argentines are protesting. For everything. And that's where we got. We ever put a hunt in. But if not, it's elevator talk.

As if solutions fell from the sky, we never stop complaining, almost never. And the worst: we think those solutions will arrive at some point, alone. We still believe things are magically fixed. They promise us magic and we believe. Over and over again. Like a horse with earmuffs. We look like the Indians buying colorful mirrors.

Until we start thinking at once, we're going to continue on the roller coaster that is this dear country we have. Just think about the country we want. And where we want to leave. How are we going to fit into the world.

We have to discuss country models and choose the one we like best. We must stop buying rotten  fish  . Promises. Illusions. Paradises. It's very childish about us. Stop thinking selfishly and in the short term. We went really bad like that.

There is another part of the country that lives expectant from the State. The vast majority of them are  poor . It's just that nobody taught them the culture of work. Of the effort. Sacrifice as a way to well-being. To find a decent job that one can do, happy. And there it stops being work and sacrifice. No one taught the poor how comforting to keep their children worthily. To buy them a gift for Christmas and watch them laugh.

They taught them how to depend on the state. To wait from the state. Until we educate the generations that come, we're fried. They're fried. We should fight for that, even those who are not poor. Because not a rich man can live fully in a country of poor people. We have to teach them not to depend. Not to wait. To achieve.

As long as we are an expectant people, we will never be a great country again. God gave us so much and we wasted it. Everyone will know what expectation to leave behind and what to do to improve. But it's everyone's theme. At some point, we're gonna have to put our pants on.