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Throughout my life I was lucky enough to live in different parts of the world, which allowed me, like anyone who has had the opportunity to live that experience, open my head to different ways of seeing life . But today I want to talk about one of the most limitless experiences I lived and why I say in the title “the hand that touched”. It happened in New Delhi (I lived in India a little over a year). And I can only narrate it directly and linearly.
Just two days after I arrived at the Asian giant (which, moreover, was the only country on that continent I knew so far), trying to adapt to the chaos and sensory explosion involved walking through those streets, suddenly, when I reach a corner, in one of the mountains of trash (because in every corner there is usually more than one), I saw something that caught my eye . At first I didn't understand what it was, so I made the mistake of getting closer to see a little better. At a certain point, the neurons made me synapses and I understood it: I was a baby. In the trash. It was blue, swollen. To this day (almost ten years passed) I have that image recorded on my head with all clarity.
At the time I didn't understand what was going on, but eventually I dropped a tab that made me modify my entire value scheme. And that record is: the place and conditions of birth are arbitrary . What did I do to be born in Buenos Aires , within the family that touched me? Why am I not an abandoned baby in India or an aristocrat in England? The answer is simple: because not . There's no explanation.
Then everyone does, with what he has, what he can. And that is where effort, will, tenacity and discipline begin to be important. But the starting point is because it is. It's like a trick hand : they touch the cards they play. If we're good players, we'll know how to take advantage of a mediocre hand. But what we can't ask is for it to be distributed again. And, of course, we will also not be able to complain: it will only hurt us even more.
Publication Date: 19/10/2019
Hola Hipólito, muy interesante la mano, es una mirada muy interesante. En mi caso suelo creer que las cartas que tocaron son por algo y siempre nos pone a prueba para ver cuan capaces somos de resolver los obstáculos de la vida (y si me apuras, "podría creer" que por alguna razón tocan...) linda nota!
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