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It’s not all society’s fault

It’s not all society’s fault.

Obviously, after you had wacthed the first season of Mr. Robot twice, you came to a conclusion almost half of the people on the planet also came: Society sucks.

The idea of having society standards, trends, imposed role-models, fake tits on TV only for the sake of entertainment, free porn, a degraded educational system and the fact that almost everybody’s parents are incomplete assholes seems pretty ok to acknowledge. I mean, why not blame the president for our lack of meaningful relationships? Why not blame ISIS for our addictions to alcohol? Why not blame the teachers for our children’s smoking habits?

Once the people got the idea that society sucks, they pretty much return to their old cycles of doing nothing to improve their situations. Usually the people who complain the most about our society are those affette assholes, bounded to live their life in bed, with smoking, drinking or gambling addictions, and who think they know it all.

Blaming others for our low living standards is just another addiction.

Think about those old men, sitting in parks, commenting about the President’s last mandate, and about the next president, and about how the country is going places, and about the fact that we need more good teachers and better schools and all the crap that doesn’t solve shit.

But those people aren’t the problem. Those people are just a bypoduct of another confused generetion, who faced the same existential problems as we do, who still had to encounter depression, anxiety, rejections, ED and suicidal thoughts.

The real problem is that those people teach the next generations to stop assuming responsibility for their own life.

We stopped living in dictatorships. Half of the planet has a shitload more resources than we need. We have the most acceptable conditions of living, we strive to build colonies on other planets, gay marriages begin to be accepted, you aren’t forced to marry anybody, drugs are everywhere, the internet is filled with enough information to make any dumb kid rich, and still, the rate of divorces increases, a teenager has the same anxiety levels as an asylum pacient from two generations ago, fundamentalists, terrorists and feminists have a bigger influence on us than ever, wankers are emerging from every corner and people just go dumber, fatter, more useless and more closed-minded.


I ask again, why?

“Society… educational system…”

Stop using what you hear on the news to assert one big-ass fact: life is hard, and technology revolutions, free-speech and the possiblities of doing everything you want everywhere you want (thanks to the Internet) are making it harder. Cooler, but harder, especially when we have more than enough resources so nobody has to work a lot to get something to eat or to drink.

Is there really someone to blame?

Most of our parents didn’t raise us very well. It’s not their fault though, they were taught by a generation who used to beat the shit out of their kids for a bad grade in school.

The previous generation did a pretty nice job on raising the feminists, the people who encourage gay parades, the fuckers who make money out of self-help seminars who only degrade the minds of others, the “Nice-guys”, the nerds who live in Mom’s basement and the binge-watching midde-aged 9-to-5-ers.

We are the children of a “tired generation”as much as our parents were the children of another “tired generation”.

Our parents have to work 9 or 10 hours a day, because fuck it, they need money to buy more TVs and they completely neglect their own passions, so that they will encourage their kids to stop fulfilling their passions because they too need to make money in order to buy even more TVs.

And after days and days of working for the sole purpose of buying more TVs, who the fuck wouldn’t be “tired”?

Being tired isn’t a physical state. Some people wake up after 4 hours of sleep and get their shit done, are productive and nail it in almost every chapter of their life (ok, they don’t because sleep is important, but you get the idea).

Other people sleep enough, eat healthy (if that’s even possbile now), sit hours in a cubicle doing practically nothing, watch Mad Men with the family, drink coffee, pay bills and are still tired. Tired is a way of living.

Some people are dead-tired before they turn on the TVs for the weather casts. Fuck, some people are tired and die from tiredness in their 20’s. Not physically, but energetically and emotionally.

They were, and still are, gangbanged and bukkaked by all the representatives of a society that demands you to make money and spend it on stupid shit, so that other people will make money out of your “compulsive buyer” behaviour.


It’s not society’s fault, god dammit!

You can’t blame the sellers for the urge to consume. You can’t blame Coca-Cola for the fact that they use “happiness” in their slogan to make you think that if you drink cancer you will be happy. You can’t blame tobacco companies for the fact that they sell anxiety-free cancerigen stuff. They do their job and do it pretty good.

In fact, I would argue that they are the best at predicting humane behaviour. Marketing geniuses who use another people’s problems to buy their stuff. Innovative, right?

“You are sad? Buy cigarettes. You don’t have love in your life? Buy self-help seminars. Your mother hates you? Get enagaged with the love of your life and use <<marriage ring experts>> to guide you through the process”.

The fact is that we are pretty fucking dumb when it comes to our emotional hygiene.

And we let companies to market their cancer because we think  that buying cancer will palliate the problem, because in our hearts, we think that we can’t even cure the problem and that we will die alone, sad, suffering and full of regrets.

This belief that we are incomplete and sad, that we are damned, or that we should be ashamed for our animalic behaviour comes from other things like religion, our parents, our past traumas, our diseases or our weak psychis.

Our society isn’t the cause of our sufferings. It’s the byproduct. Everything is the byproduct of how the collective thought at a certain point in the evolutionary process.

The fact that we started to use fire in order to cook our meals changed the whole system of society. The fact that we started wars for God influenced people into believing that if they don’t kill others in the name of God, they will burn in hell. The fact that we finally let women vote influenced women into finally acknowledging that they can be as powerful as men. The fact that we let companies to use genetcal-modified food to sell them in places like KFC influences us into thinking that spending money on burgers will make us happy, because fuck it, everyone else does it.

We all know that drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, Cola, KFC, binge-watching shows and the news make our lives even more miserable. We all fucking know it. And still we use them as a pain-killer. Heroine. And it’s available 24-out-of-24, just go at any shop and you can buy and rent everything I’ve written up there.

Who is to blame for all the misery?

You. You, the reader. And your Mom. And your grandmom. And her Mom as well. And everybody’s Mom. And also, everybody.

Everybody is to blame for the current situation.

As Voltaire said, “Everybody in the world is guilty for all the good he had never done”.

It’s pretty easy to see why people like Voltaire were called “assholes” or “unfaithful”. They were stating what other people didn’t want to hear: that we lack responsibility for our own lives. We pass the guilt and shame we feel for our lack of success to institutions, presidents or educational systems because those institutions are untouchable anyway.

Trying to pass the shame and the guilt we feel everytime we look into our children’s eyes and say “I’m sorry your Maths teacher sucks, but you have to do your homework” is just another form of passing responsibility onto someone else’s shoulders.

“It’s not me who is to blame because I don’t encourage you to do what you want, instead I will tell you to please the Math teacher because you need good grades and that will bring me a little bit of satisfaction. Oh, you feel like shit? Well, it’s the educational system’s fault for letting people like your Math teacher into it.” Yeah, well, fuck you Mom!

That’s how shitty parents teach their children to not be responsible for what they do. That’s why more than half of the boys raised by this society are pussies. That’s why your parents are more inclined to blame the educational system rather than the kid’s own ability to learn or their own ability to make the children want to learn.

That’s why we have such a degraded educational system to begin with. The same people who pass the responsibility for not raising their kids well right onto society’s shoulder are the same peope who teach you physics.

They are the same people who judge teenagers for their ability to memorize a lesson the night before. The same peoeple who think that sudying hours and hours of mathematical formulas is going to help the kid to go trough depression.

They are all the same: amphibians who lack the balls to take responsibility for their own flaws and who refuse to resolve their own problems, and who choose to buy cigarettes and a big plasma to watch the weather cast in 3D, because fuck it, we hate our lives so much that we need them to be happier.

You want to stop being miserable? How about taking responsibility for your own misery and happiness?

Suffer and live, you won’t have one without the other.



A Tribute to Heath Ledger

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The Difference between Passion and Obsession

Passion is willing to work harder until you receive the gift of working better. Obsession is willing to work just enough until you get something you wanted.

Passion is understanding and embracing that , throughtout your journey, you will have both happiness and suffering. Obsession is denying suffering and only aknowledging the short-term happiness.

Passion is respecting you own personal boundaries and values. Obsession is drowning in debauchery with your desires.

Passion brings the sense that we are alive and working towards something bigger than ourselves. Obsession brings the sense that if we lose it, everything around us will collapse.

Passion is doing for the sake of doing. Obsession is doing for the sake of the moment you will not have to do it anymore.

Passion keeps you up at night. Obsession makes you fall asleep.

Passion is in dreams, obsession is in anxieties.

Passion is always knowing that you can be better. Obsession is knwowing that you can’t be better.

Passion enriches you life and gives it strenght, direction and light. Obsession consumes it and makes you vomit before the the show.

Passion is being vulnerable and accepting criticism. Obsession is being an asshole who thinks it’s above criticism.

Passion can evolve into a way of living. Obsession places you into the grave and sculpts on it “Here lies nobody”.

Passion is accepting the fact that, one day, you will part from what you have worked on and leave it to mankind. Obsession is sadly clinging to it and refusing to give it to the world.

Passion is loving. Obsession is needing.

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How to be the change you want to see in the world

We often see ourselves (in our fantasies) surrounded by the most expensive cars, beautiful women or men, dressed in the fanciest suits, doing only what we want with only the people we want. We often think that we have to get somehting out of life, like our biggest goal as a human beign is to be famous, to win a lot of money and to spend time with the people who make us happy the most.

But after a prolonged session of heavy-minded overhtinking, we come to the conclusion that life is not a bright and alluring rose waiting to be plucked, but a bitter and cold lemon, which stands really hard for itslef everytime we want to squeeze something out of it. And we come down crying and getting into depression, driven only by the sole purpose of consuming goods, drugs and advertising that gives us the impression that we can have it all.

We think that life isn’t as it should be, that we don’t have what we want because the world sucks, or because our crush doesn’t respond to our messages, or because our parents don’t buy us the last Iphone, and so, we feel the need to change things. We say that the world is bad with us and we need more stuff to make us happy. The world isn’t good or bad, is just as it is, and we trying to change it is the most selfish act we could think of.

But let’s say that we can justify this “I have to change the world to be happy” paradigm. Maybe you had a selfish parent that drowned you in food to keep you around him because he thought his hapiness rooted in you. Maybe you attached so hard to a person that your entire world is revolving around them and the fact that that person chose to let you go made the world collapse over you. Maybe you simply didn’t have the right education and you grew up in poverty, developing a deep hatred for those who were rich and encouraged you to be rich only for a glimpse of what you used to call happiness.

Everyone who feels the need to change the world around them is coming from a place of lack. You want to be rich because you know how bad eating nothing tastes. You want to be surrounded with girls because you know that being lonely is fucked up. You want to have sex wit everyone because you were a porn-addict with  nothing in mind but Remy Lacroix’ blowjobs. This whole paradigm of lack made you turn you head for short-term solutions provided by our societies: buy Viagra to cure your ED, buy expensive clothes and perfumes to attarct girls, buy self-help books and recorded seminars that teach you how to be rich, buy this and that, so that those who write them will gain money and you will gain only a short-term satisfaction.

But your happiness levels will still be the same. Just because you are now a modern Don Juan who runs five online-bussinesses simultanously while drivng in the last Ferrari with a head full of acid doesn’t mean that you are happy. And you feel it. You know you are still sad. That’s why massive overnight success-stories turn to drugs after they’ve discovered that having what they thought will bring happiness didn’t bring them anything but more responsability. So now you lie down, anally-raped by life, disgusted by everything and everyone, wondering why having everyhting doesn’t make you happy.

The problem here is thinking that happiness is like a pill to swallow. The problem is that you think that the outside can provide you with anything that you don’t already have. So you go on long trips to find happiness and you come back empty-headed and a strong-flavoured hangover that makes you hateful of alcohol.

So you start hating on the world. You start feeling that the world is mean, bad and full of terror, when in fact is nothing else than a giant playground. For some people it isn’t. Some people live in poverty, in hunger and hatred and nobody wants to help them because people are too self-absorbed. But think of it like this: maybe for those who live in hunger, family bonds and mutual understanding is more important than for those who cry about their crushes not answering their text-messages. Maybe the new-age mobile-phone obssessed assholes could learn a thing or two about family bonds from those who live in poor villages in Africa.

This is the world. The world is a big playground. Sometimes when you play on the slides you may trip and badly hurt your ass. And if you choose to stay down and be fucked by a slide, then you are an asshole.

If you blame the world for not having what you sefishly desire, you are an asshole. If you blame your crush for your own loneliness because she didn’t respond to you, you are an asshole. If you deliberately wait for someone to show their love to you without showing yourself first, you are an asshole. If you consantly lie to yourself as why you don’t help those who ask for your help and find excuses for why you can’t, you are… you guessed it. An asshole.

You are an asshole if yout think the word should give you things so you will be happy. You are an asshole if winning the lottery while sitting in bed and eating Cheetos is your goal in life. But what’s more important: you are an asshole if you think that happiness can only come from the outside.

Let’s put it like this: suppose you have a some-kind-of-future-girlfriend you are intereted in. And suppose you get out with her a few times, make her laugh, talk about stupid shit and suddenly, the idea that she has to be completely yours penetrates your head more than DiCaprio in Inception. You start thinking that just because she chose to spend some time with you, she is the chosen one. You read some blogs written by new-agey, sex-obsessed, pick-up dumb fucks that say that you shouldn’t be more invested in the relation than the woman. Assholes obsessed with one-night stand who don’t even have a concept for what a strong relationship should be based on. Reading this, you suddenly think that it’s her who should make the next moves, it’s her who should be more interested, it’s her who should wake you up in the morning with eggs and bacon. You get lazy and pretend to be uniterested. And you get really confused when she stops responding to you anymore.

You consciously chose to stop giving yourself to her. Some people don’t even know how to do this, so they will read hundreds of pages of attraction material and still have zero experience. Some people will pay hundreds of dollar to spiritual-law-of-attraction-to-make-your-life-expand books and seminars holded by some motivational speakers on cocaine.

Almost everything that surrounds us pushes us into thinking that we have to squeeze the juice out of life, when in fact, the juice it’s already there. It’s always been there. And you were always more preoccupied with changing the surrounding than changing your own self.

Gandhi said: Be the change you want to see in the world. And you know what? He changed the world, spread a fantastic philosphy of life, liberated thousands of Indians who lived under the feet of the British governemnt, and he managed to do all this dressed in fucking blanket. And he didn’t need self-help books, pick-up camps or Tony Robbins.

Gandhi chose to give the world what he always had: he had given it his ideas, his boldness and his philosphy. He offered himself to the world and received the realization of his dream.

If you want to change the world, stop wanting this. Choose to want to change yourself. Choose to stop being an ego-centrical maniac who wants only to manipulate those around him for his own gain. Offer yourself to the world.

We have a biological and psychological need of helping others. Yet sometimes we choose to do everything in order to have more and everyone else to have less, and we wind up lonely and sad and depressed. Forget about other people’s reactions and responses. Give them your help unconditionally. Show everyone you care about that you care abou them and be bold when you don’t care. Show everyone support and love. Be caring of those who ask you for favors. Give yourself to the fucking world, because only by doing this you will find true happiness in yourself.

But who said it was easy? Maybe you are a possessive dude, raised by parents who completely lacked empathy and compassion. Maybe you are selfish because you think that happiness comes from fucking everybody else. Maybe you don’t even think that helping others without them asking first is moral.

Or maybe you have an agenda that dictates you to be nice with everyone for yourpersonaly gain. Don’t be selfish. Only give without having the necessity to receive something. Give for the sake of giving. When was the last fucking time you shared something out of the pure pleasure of sharing it with everyone else? If you can’t even remember it, then you should start doing it more often.

Who loses when you show everyone support, compassion and help? You have nothing to lose, as you just offer, and they have nothing to lose as they can only win by being helped. Those who refuse your help, fuck them! Why do they matter? It’s their choices to accept or refuse and you can do nothing about that.

You can only offer. And whe you start offering, you will see that you already had what you have been asking for. You wil discover that you already had love, compassion, support, richness and fame. Only by giving what you have you will receive what can complete you. Only by giving it you will see that you already had it.


Talent is overrated. Work is the new black.

Look at my drawing. Does it look like something done with tremendous talent? Nope. It has a lot of imperfections that need to be corrected. This doesn’t necessarily mean that talent means perfection, but people in general tend to confuse one with the other.

Talent is overrated. Work is the new black.

Nowadays talent is used an excuse for those who give up. “I can’t do X because I am not talented at it.”. No motherfucker, you just hadn’t the right mindset or you simply did not want to do it.

How the talent-mindset fucks you up as a kid

Let’s say you are really good at maths, but you don’t really want to spend hours doing calculus, but you really like to dance and you are not as good at it. But something inside burns to go on the dance floor and let yourself be carried away by the flow. That internal flame that keeps you up at night and eager in the morning. The “call”, or whatever you want to name it. And the first blockage on the road is, most of the cases, your parents. They will impose you what to choose between what you want to improve and what you are already better at. They will say to you, “Why would you do X, when you are better at Y? This is a total waste of time.”

Well, you could tell your Mom that X gives you more satisfaction than Y. “Yeah, but Y gives me more satisfaction.” This type of behavior is so unhealthy that will grow into you as a plague that never goes away. It’s a cancer that not only fucks up you mindset, but also your future. You will give up what you like for what others like. Even worse, you will force yourself to work what you don’t like because you think it’s necessary, but in fact, you do it just to please others. That’s why you suck at things. Because you hate it so much ‘cause others imposed it to you, that you will unconsciously not do it.

When is talent better than work?

Never if you want to really succeed. If you want to attract people’s attention, it can be useful, because nobody will say “How much work did he put into that stuff?”, but more likely they will say “Wow, such a talented guy!”, like all the fucking achievements came overnight, without stress and lots of shit to hear from unsupportive deadbeats.

You point out a guy who was born the best, I will point out a fucking mass of people who bowed out of what they wanted to do because they believed that they had not talent. In the end, you will point out no one and I will still look at that mass of people with regret.

When somebody tells you that you are not talented enough, or start to blabber about someone who is better than you without any word of encouragement, you need to tell the to back down and let them go. Those people are only projecting their flaws and inability into you. Those people lack the balls to do what they want, regardless of what other people says. And immediately, they will hate you because you have what they did not have. It’s a defense mechanism.


Think about the best guy you know in your field of action. And think about all the hours you need to put into your thing in order to only equal him, then think that the best has already worked twice as much to overcome the previous best. I’m not talking about competition here, but about work.

Talent, if exists within you, is only there to give you a gentle nudge. You have to take care of the rest.


Why you don’t work?

The main reason you will think about is going to be “I’m not motivated enough”, right?

Well…you shouldn’t!

If you rely on motivation in order to get things done, you are already out of the game. Motivation will be there for a short period of time. What will be there for a long period of time? Habits.

Think about Julius Caesar. Did he need to watch YouTube videos with “INSTANT MOTIVATION TO GET THINGS DONE” in order to build the empire? He only needed his self-respect and personal values.

How to start working?

First of all, replace your bad habits with good habits. Instead of watching porn, how about eating healthy? Instead of spending hours and big amounts of energy on useless shit, how about working towards what you want to achieve? Start to find out how you are wasting you time on what you don’t love and start doing things that you love and resonate with you.

 Secondly, stop complaining. Complaining will never-ever get you anywhere. Start looking for solutions. Instead of “ I fucking hate that paper-work”, how about “I will stop doing that paperwork because it’s not helping me achieve what I want, and I will find a way to work towards that.”

Third of all, write down a set of values you want to respect and to live your life by. If you enjoy being creative, then respect yourself and be creative in any moment of your life. Don’t be the person others want you to be. Be the person you admire and name idol. Be your own fucking idol.

So…is talent a must-have?

No. It’s not. If you are not talented at something but you would really love to be good at it, then work and work until you are happy with yourself. But there is a subtle catch that most people don’t get. You have to love the work, the process and the struggle, not only the result. If you only like the results, you are, again, already out of the game.

Me personally, I love everything about drawing. I love being creative, I love holding the pencil, using the eraser, rendering, adding light and shadow, coloring, I love to mess up, I love to suck at it, I love to be good at it aand

the final product. And this is the only map that can get you anywhere.

Stop using talent as an excuse to give up.


I dare you to be creative!


Today I’m not sharing any piece of finished artwork, nor do I complain about our society.

Today I’m tired. I slept like shit and I don’t really feel like doing anthing that writing another article for my blog.

Up there is one of my last sketches. Nothing fancy or detailed, nothing that deserves to be labeled as “nice work”. Just something that I pulled out of myself and I decided to put it out here, in the “field”. This little sketch symbolizes a lot to me and I want you to follow my lead into a journey of emotion.

Let yourself be embraced by the creative flow and the quiet emotions that live inside of you. Let them get out of yourself. Use them in order to create something that will last, and hopefully, that will inspire others.

If this image pulls out of you an emotion that was buried deep inside of your heart for a long, long time, I dare you to be creative!

I dare you to use that emotion in order to create something more beautiful. Just do it.

And then, come back here, leave a comment and tell me how you felt.

Find your way in life.


Sketchbook Pages #7


A simple drawing to illustrate change in value and shadows.

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