A third-person view.
It is kinda weird to talk of ourselves in third person. But I just don’t care, and today I’m going to talk about Fernando Aguilar, whom I know a lot and could write about all day long.
He is a person of personality. Knows what he wants and knows what he does not want to be. The best way to define his dreams is to define clearly what he doesn’t want to achieve or be. Perseverance and connection are words with massive impact on his life, and it is only trough love that he can be the cause of the end.
Talking about love is talking about feeling, and this is not necessary in singular. It is guaranteed that a huge amounts of his emotions are dissolved into the world collective dimension of toughs, every single day.
His power to feel the present moment is just outrageous, talking without saying a single word is not only possible to him, but a constant thing. There are a lot of peculiarities when analyzing some events, but we’ll preserve the mystery and ensure that some things remain at his controls, for now…
I might speak a little, to give some perspective of the spoken events. It is not unusual for him to have some luck. Extremely luck, one might call. The extremely part is, again, just a matter of a point of view. But the luck part of the sentence is definitely undeniable. Have you ever found a parking spot just in front of the restaurant you are going to lunch? He had found some, and every time that this happens, he feels an amazing sense of happiness.
Luck is just a matter of good or bad, but what exactly define which one will it be? I can’t possibly try to answer that. But a good guess is karma. And karma is only a bitch, if you are. Yet, still possible to happen anything anytime, I don’t think that people are able to control or predict, but they are able to manipulate the probabilities.
And yes, talking about myself in third person is surely a weird thing to do, but doesn’t all of our doings are? We probably feel disconnected from our body every once in a wile, catching our minds on the most unexplored corners of our brains. Talking of myself, looking at myself, and being outside myself can only help me visualize what I am.
Like looking at myself in the mirror. I do not see my eyes, but the light. Traveling to the mirror, then, reflecting and coming back with my own and proprietary construction of energy, forming my own eyes image. The most amazing thing is that it doesn’t even exists. It is all fruit of my brain. Is reality all imagination or is there something really concrete?
