(I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately
Sense of taking responsibility for who you are
The ability to make something of yourself and feeling good about life
Existentialism is often discussed as if it's a philosophy of despair
But I think the truth is just the opposite
Sartre once interviewed said he never really felt a day of despair in his life
But one thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life
So much as a real kind of exuberance of feeling on top of it
It's like your life is yours to create
The more that you talk about a person as a social construction
Or as a confluence of forces or as fragmented or marginalized
What you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses
And when Sartre talks about responsibility, he's not talking about something abstract
He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about
It's something very concrete
It's you and me talking
Making decisions
Doing things and taking the consequences
It might be true that there are six billion people in the world and counting
Nevertheless, what you do makes a difference
It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms
Makes a difference to other people and it sets an example
In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off
And see ourselves as the victim of various forces
It's always our decision who we are)
Pasó otro día más en el que
Me asusto de mi sombra y se bien
Que ya casi nada importa, que ya casi nada nos sirve
Que todo al final se pierde
En soledades tan sensibles
Acaso se disipa el miedo al esperar la suerte inevitable?
Tan solo así se ven las nubes
Que cruel engaño tan deseable
Aunque tal vez haya una forma de sofocar el grito abominable
Aun si el mañana parece distante
El tiempo pasa aun si no estamos perdidos, muertos o endeudados
Cansado de esperar la suerte
Dejo de respirar
Miro hacia donde va mi muerte
Y parezco perdurar