We Are Going To Compete Until We Lose All

One more year, fortunately, has been my birthday, which means that I have lived one more year, a feat that has its merit in this world that, my dear, how fatal is it, in general. Forty-six years fortunately and I repeat, just in case, what I have been saying every year:

The phrase that “you don’t notice them” seems an insult to me because I make a lot of effort so that the years spread over me, that they make me more beautiful things and less heavy things.

So telling me that I look less means something like “you’re still as bad as five years ago, nice”

This year, to celebrate and celebrate each other, I have organized an old-fashioned food contest with my people, which becomes vintage food if we were modern, which we are not. Mayonnaise at the tip of the shovel and litine water, which was something that I did not know but come on, I laugh at cool drinks having this.

Total, that the interesting thing has not been so much the thing of the food, that also, as the thing of the contest. It has been saying the magic word and we have put all the batteries that you do not see to get the best out of each house and it has been a total laugh during weeks of preparation.

But, I say, competing is bad. Competing is about capitalism to the beast, about being better than your friends, about all the bad things concentrated. And yet we had a great time.

The result: loads of dishes to which worse-better, round of presentations of our dishes, lobby and pressing to get votes, lots of laughs and, in the end, we didn’t even remember to vote because it didn’t matter.

And we were talking about this, because intense conversations, and more with mayonnaise in the stomach and a lot of litin water, we do very well, when my friend Joao, who surely also hates that I quote him but it is too late to complain because here’s the thing, he said:

– It’s just that winning doesn’t matter, that’s no longer funny. The fun is just competing.

Oh dear Minds, this is a game changer! Because they already say it in the Olympics, that the important thing is to participate, but the true truth is that later millions are spent to win, and medals and honors are given to whoever wins, and it goes on to the posterity of the sport, and all those things.

That is to say, what a rotten lie that the important thing is to participate, because if so there would be no prizes and we would be so hot.

And that is still an interesting trick: all those causes-consequences that we have so assimilated, all those concepts that one leads to the other just because and it seems that they go together, sometimes they can be separated and see what.

That competing does not necessarily lead to someone winning and the others losing if the game stops earlier and everything remains in the joke.

That distinguishing the wheat from the chaff seems to me an interesting bastard proposition, and that I really like the bastard. And not only do I like it, but it seems to me the only way to find the cracks in all these perverse dynamics in which we live.

And that also avoids the affectation of ideological purity, which is heavy like it alone and only gives us bitterness and arrogance. Come on, I think. I do not know.

I was thinking all this a while ago while floating in the sea looking at a drone that was flying over the beach, I swear. So maybe in a couple of weeks I renounce myself. But that, why fool us, also has its grace.

Happy week, Minds!