Summon Your Inner Buddha
Shiva, God, Buddha, Allah, Oxalá, Jeová... For the worker who runs in search of bread every single day to feed the family. But, it’s okay. How so? Lost bullet…There is a body on the floor. You did what you did because you need to survive. Money is a poison and it's too much humiliation that does not fit inside the heart. So then I ask: What makes you happy? - One day I read that “People are not bad, they are just lost”. Without health, without peace, without money, our people are suffering. Save my Brazil, save our “favela”, there are people asking for help. How and where are the politicians? They are with our money, spending time with boats, trips and champagnes. They’d rather die than see people succeed. Pedro, who had nothing, was not afraid either, and went to fight as a good worker does. He tried to destroy the system but he failed. One more star in the sky. Everyday there is a good person trying to make a change doing the right thing but the rest put the blood under the carpet. The system has not invested in education and now the people are paying for it. Give me back my life and die, die drowning in your own sea of selfishness.
Everyday there are families hanging at the hospitals asking for help, but every single doctor is too selfish to even care if they are dying or not, everyday there is a pregnant woman waiting to give birth sitting on the cold floors of the hospitals, but everyone is always too busy to care, Brazil is known as a dangerous country, where people steal for living, where kids are at the streets selling rubbish to get a dollar for lunch when they should be at school learning so they can have a better future. However there are still good people out there in Brazil, doing the right thing, working to give their families a good life; to give their kids a better education, but everyone have changed their mind because the government gives out money for those who does not work, so some prefers to just stay at home living as a ‘loser’ and getting few cents than doing the right thing. In the carnival we show for the gringos our samba and our women dancing happy, ‘Do not let the samba end!’ But the next day is the flag of mourning, because the favela is still there, the black returns to being black, the poor people are still poor, the rapers are still out there, and it makes you think that it was not worth it; makes you think that Pedro died in vain.
So, tomorrow is another day. Raise your head, believe in your saint. This is not a Disney movie, it has no happy ending, but we can try to lead a life until our end comes because if not now, when? if not you, who? who will start changing their attitudes first? everybody keeps looking around and judging others when they also can not do the right thing, they think that they will be the only one to change and that at the end nothing will change, but if we start doing the right thing instead of judging how others are doing it wrong, by the next following years a lot of people would have changed and that is how we change the world, together, by caring about others other than being selfish, by giving your best you can change a lot.
Everyone deserves to be happy. So go ahead, do not be afraid of the worst! I know that everything will change, you will transform the world around you. But do not hesitate, nobody's born knowing, so give it a try.
Rafaella Moraes and Maria Eduarda Moresco