Santiago, October 15, 2007.
I hope this resume and make it an annual custom in this forsaken place is the first step to redress the writings here, that I have things to say, and I tried to write, but I lacked the diligence to translate them. For now, each time their efforts, and these are the words of the moment and this place
Santiago, October 15, 2007.
estimates and estimates:
A little end of the day, I must say that finally I am left with the feeling that this date was a disaster. Despite bad days before, and the many disappointments and unforeseen, that will not detail at this time (because "what happened, happened"), has finally proved to be one day very special and worthy of its name, worthy to be celebrated and remembered. Therefore, finally (and as planned) I decided to continue another year with my strange little annual tradition to dedicate myself to write some words for me and for the little world of my acquaintances, friends and family. For how dire omens were able to become a celebration worthy of that name (as it was, although, as usual, did not have anything to do with my plans and my good intentions) I can only say two things: the first is that love can bring happiness to a grumpy "birthday boy" (he who stole the term he used) of 20 years once again dropped into the pessimism and lower arms, and the second is that, apparently, (I quote) "(God) he did not abandon his children, much less deaf to their prayers." (Big words considering that says who the person is not exactly a believer, but, even more importantly, has a noble soul)
I also pointed out that these words are "to me," and if I send this class proclamations each year is odd, I also say that the solipsistic exercise them myself also thinking can seem the height of absurdity. For me however it makes sense. Why? This kind of writing is also an exercise for future memory, so at some point near or far to look back and be a little over that time, which sometimes is yourself and sometimes not. Is that having to put ideas and thoughts on paper, even in a virtual sheet and not by hand (as would be ideal) along with being a very good year (also the best practice prose) helps to have a little clearer what the hell goes through one's head.
is finally and in principle, a memory exercise. And memory, in many cases it is unavoidable in this kind of dates. Memory is not only a safeguard under test, or an item that historians of all ages can use and will shape the way that suits them, is also part of the inner life of an existing compartment in humans, often intimate and secret. It is also the story brick building.
Why talk of memory? Along with being this time a course in which the memories and ideas come to mind, I note that also motivates me that I had a memory, a particular mine to be exact, very present in recent times. As if to extrapolate the tools of the discipline to little out of my life, I've used and analyzed, and have questioned the use made of it. Is it worthwhile to shake the memory to go to meet it and finding more than one case would not like what you find? It is something that sometimes can be done under the guise of analysis, with the intention and belief that the scoping exercise is designed to even progress, that this review-so-naked furniture out of the walls and cobwebs will say the foundation, and from reflection to develop a better way, to do things differently, or in a more risky exercise and deep, able to reconstitute and diagnose the threads that led us to entangle some skeins at some point. Do not say it is a cleaning exercise just because if it is possible to delete items from memory (or just lie hidden, half-forgotten, and invisible folders still occupy space in the file?) It seems that to achieve that goal it is not necessary because only conscious desire, is not sometimes happens that we remember what we do not want to hear again lie?
Exercise in memory to explore it and analyze it may seem a harmless exercise, but I believe it can also cause risks. One may end up staying at the mere recollection, situations to the point of deepening deepen as the craters of Avenida La Paz (or Independence Avenue, for those who know where to spend CODETRAS mics), which makes no sense. And roll over in situations that resolve is an activity of little use to dwell on what was not done or not done is otherwise harmful when you forget another aspect of memory.
Memory is not only to look back to in times of homesickness and hardship, or meetings with old friends, get afloat, save conversations, get laughs and tears starting. Of course, for it also serves, and I feel pretty good that everyday memory as memory. As a structural component of the story (speaking now in a more "profession") continues to be very interesting to study. But, as already noted, I spoke of memory as personal element, and in this respect the memory has another dimension. Memory is also possible (and indeed do) to build.
"History is the story of those events worth remembering," and each one of us is an actor of that history and that memory. Sometimes in the whirlwind of history of everyday life seem to forget that every day, every moment, can be memory and history (although, would it be possible to every time someone would be history and memory?), that each of these episodes can build them. Build
memory I see is a very interesting task. Means exist not only for the routine, not only for what will happen to forget just what we expect is possible to do, it means no waiting for a future live godsend memorable, but in doing this consider a memorable building a future worthy of their past memory. And build memory in particular stories not just about performing heroic deeds or oversized, or out in the newspapers (like "El Mercurio" surrounded by some authorities municipality) or TV (ahem ...), but much more in value the moment and anonymous moments are formed, that mark, or simply passed through our soul in a way that are part of us sometimes willingly, sometimes not so much.
Turns out in talking about building this memory I'm done talking about not the past, but present. And how that proportion? Perhaps you can explain very easily if we think that a birthday, and it's very natural, is a date where you tend to remember, to navigate to indulge yourself in the memory and nostalgia (ie, the memory of worthwhile things, do you have nostalgia everything that has happened? Even if we consider the nostalgia as a "algia" as a pain-although I personally prefer a new definition, more open to gay-facts, that pain is not caused by any object in memory.), It also happens to meet-year, date of birthday, (and I quote again) "is the moment to celebrate life!" and maybe that was what I had to learn this year. That's not the conclusion of the tragedy or my desire to go to Rancagua each passing year this day, neither the execution of good intentions (which usually go away very easily) or ideas that seem bright but life, life as it comes, but sometimes come with many stones, but sometimes it's like playing with the waves in Laguna Verde, life sometimes, like memory, create one that must analyze and theorize, not that one should live in "fits and starts" precisely, but rather than subject it to study, should be sufficient to live as fully as possible and passion, and that's the best conclusion and the best memory you can have.
Today I am 20 years and things did not go either as I thought, not as I feared, as my good intentions or thought at some point. But I drifted through life, I recognized myself and I got weak in the hands of those who I want, I opened a space to celebrate the life just a little less scary than usual, and proved to be a date worth of memory, nostalgia in the best possible.
How come twenty more!
Warm Regards, Eduardo Esteban Peñailillo
Conchalí Barra, Santiago, Chile.
