Complaining is not totally bad, it is part of the protest when we disagree with something that causes us disgust or discomfort. It is a way of opposition or resistance and it is healthy, because otherwise we would step on the terrain of men without will or hope. Of those who walk through life as dead in life who accept their fate placidly.

But when the complaint takes gigantic proportions that obscure everything else, it is fatal. We have to complain so as not to let ourselves be embraced by conformism, but we have to do it with objectivity, giving space to appreciate what we have. Are we really that bad? Above all, when we compare our life with that of others who obviously seem to be doing worse.

It's true, I live in terrible circumstances in a country that is kidnapped by a tyrannical and drug trafficking government that seeks to assassinate us slowly. Disproportionate inflation has us drowned in despair. Life became a list of priorities. First survive, then live.

Every day I go to bed, thinking, what do I do? and when I wake up I wonder what I do? I do not know what to do in reality. The easiest way out is to cry, because that is the only thing I can do.

And when I read of sad stories or devastating images like this, I turn around and recognize that I have a house that covers me from the storm and the cold days, also a bed that keeps me warm and a family that loves me. It's true, I'm missing other things, but they're irrelevant. I will not stop complaining, but in doing so, I must not forget the beautiful things that I have.

I ask the Universe to illuminate the path of these people and of all those who need shelter and comfort.