Fuck “do The Right Thing”
There is no way to do anything right. The only thing that is wrong is to bend to the desires of others and give up the life you want.
The right thing.
That’s what they told you.
Do the right.
Study something that has an outlet.
Feel your head.
It is time to start a family.
The rice is going to pass you by.
You should start thinking about saving something.
That couple does not suit you.
The right thing is always linked to a fear of the one who tries to impose it on you.
A fear of something that does not exist: The future.
The person who tells you to do the right thing is never thinking about the here and now.
Because in the here and now the right thing does not exist.
We are just happening and that is enough.
The right thing to do is not to lose heart.
It is not feeding that neurosis that supposes the anticipation that life will go wrong if you do not do certain things.
What happens when the right thing is not what you feel?
When doing the right thing means betraying yourself.
That the right thing turns into the wrong thing.
The wrong thing is to bend to the wishes of others.
Dispense with your own happiness for the tranquility of others.
Because maybe, if that future arrives, you will have a stability.
But there is nothing of you in what you do.
Maybe you hate your existence.
Because you didn’t study fine arts.
Because you stopped traveling.
Because you broke that relationship for what they would say.
Because now the baby was playing.
Because you live in the right prison.
The ideal one so that you never run away even if it doesn’t have bars.
Fuck the right thing.
If you feel that there is no oxygen, that the days are slipping through your toes, that it has not been you for a long time.
Salt.
Go away.
And begins to live.
The way you always wanted.
