The perverse and the remedy
A long time has passed since my last post, and the truth is I didn't have enough time to sit down to write.
The last time it was difficult to clear my head for personal and professional reasons, and my last post turned out more somber than I would have wanted, at the birth of my daughter, but now I can see things from another perspective.
In recent months I had to deal with a bad professional decision made six years ago, where I was stuck with a psychopathic perverse, compulsive liar and code-less guy, who tried to mess up a project based on ideals, principles and effort. That generated an internal conflict within me, which threw me too low at the mere possibility that someone could believe so many lies from him. That is why it was easy for me to fall more than I would have thought.
However, there is an unquestionable reality that we speak with Sole, my partner of idealisms, and is that we have something that the perverse type does not have: family, friends and people who respect us, who love us, and who endure our delusions and efforts. Just considering that, we've won the world.
Almost three months ago Amy, my daughter, was born. It was not easy to deal with the exponential complexity of moving from one child to two. And even more being alone with Sol on the other side of the world. And if we add to that the energy that psychopathic perversity took from me, it was too much. Every day finding a new issue, for months. To this day we continue to find things.
But you know what? I had a spectacular weekend. Of those that serve to "clean the palate". I enjoyed many family moments, with my wife and my children who, even after my many faults, give me their love and unconditional support. The remedy for perversity is love. It sounds corny, but love and respect clean the air.
Difficulties exist and will always exist. In the personal and professional areas of my life. But to those challenges I face them daily and enjoy them.
Fatherhood is difficult, but it is made easier by a smile of my daughter, or when my son falls asleep hugging me after he drove me crazy for hours. It is difficult for the couple when we are trying to be parents, grandparents, uncles, and all the roles we do not have here. But it becomes easier when we share moments together.
It is difficult to work when we find one issue after another left by ineptitude, neglect or bad spirit, but it is easier when we receive messages from young people who got a job, or when the professors proudly send us pictures of the students concentrated in class.
Life can be full of perverse psychopaths, but everything becomes easier when that darkness is faced with love, respect and so many other positive values. Surely I will have so many other difficult times to come, but I hope I can continue to learn from my children and their ability to be happy even when things do not go 100% as we want.
I hope to be able to write posts telling my stories but always showing the good side, because nothing, absolutely nothing, justifies that we stop valuing those unique moments of our life. And that was my lesson learned from these months.
The last time it was difficult to clear my head for personal and professional reasons, and my last post turned out more somber than I would have wanted, at the birth of my daughter, but now I can see things from another perspective.
In recent months I had to deal with a bad professional decision made six years ago, where I was stuck with a psychopathic perverse, compulsive liar and code-less guy, who tried to mess up a project based on ideals, principles and effort. That generated an internal conflict within me, which threw me too low at the mere possibility that someone could believe so many lies from him. That is why it was easy for me to fall more than I would have thought.
However, there is an unquestionable reality that we speak with Sole, my partner of idealisms, and is that we have something that the perverse type does not have: family, friends and people who respect us, who love us, and who endure our delusions and efforts. Just considering that, we've won the world.
Almost three months ago Amy, my daughter, was born. It was not easy to deal with the exponential complexity of moving from one child to two. And even more being alone with Sol on the other side of the world. And if we add to that the energy that psychopathic perversity took from me, it was too much. Every day finding a new issue, for months. To this day we continue to find things.
But you know what? I had a spectacular weekend. Of those that serve to "clean the palate". I enjoyed many family moments, with my wife and my children who, even after my many faults, give me their love and unconditional support. The remedy for perversity is love. It sounds corny, but love and respect clean the air.
Difficulties exist and will always exist. In the personal and professional areas of my life. But to those challenges I face them daily and enjoy them.
Fatherhood is difficult, but it is made easier by a smile of my daughter, or when my son falls asleep hugging me after he drove me crazy for hours. It is difficult for the couple when we are trying to be parents, grandparents, uncles, and all the roles we do not have here. But it becomes easier when we share moments together.
It is difficult to work when we find one issue after another left by ineptitude, neglect or bad spirit, but it is easier when we receive messages from young people who got a job, or when the professors proudly send us pictures of the students concentrated in class.
Life can be full of perverse psychopaths, but everything becomes easier when that darkness is faced with love, respect and so many other positive values. Surely I will have so many other difficult times to come, but I hope I can continue to learn from my children and their ability to be happy even when things do not go 100% as we want.
I hope to be able to write posts telling my stories but always showing the good side, because nothing, absolutely nothing, justifies that we stop valuing those unique moments of our life. And that was my lesson learned from these months.
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