Being born in Brazil is a choice of love. When we open our eyes, we find a continental country, with unparalleled natural beauties, we have a cradle warmed by the human warmth of the people around us, we are cradled by music, color, and dance, and by storytellers without comparison, and with all this… we lose our sense of reality.
The Brazilian is friendly, creative, and helpful and always believes in better days. This is their great advantage as a suffering people, crushed by crises that repeat in perpetual motion since the country was named Brazil.
The escape through imagination then appears as a constant in the life of every Brazilian. If we don’t have something, we replace it with something of equal value, and we are even:
We don’t have many gold medals in the Olympic Games, but we had for a long time the best football in the world; We don’t have enough schools or professional specialization, but in compensation, we are versatile and always imagine that in everything we do, we are better than others; We don’t have weight in world decisions, but in compensation, we don’t have major wars and we are pacifists; We don’t have the standard of living of richer countries, but in compensation, we don’t have major natural disasters. We are a country without erupting volcanoes, without earthquakes, without snowstorms, and without hurricanes.
We even invented an illustrious compatriot: If God were not omnipotent and omnipresent, He would certainly be Brazilian.
In this sweet illusion, we can even be considered one of the last happy peoples in the world.
These values that are added to the image of the Brazilian make each of us a BEING who walks through the reality of poverty, violence, mismanagement, and extreme corruption reigning in the country, within a pink soap bubble that, even tenuous, manages to isolate us from all this and transforms us into resilient, friendly, and good-willed people.
So we have this magical condition of being attentive, but easily distracted to be able to see the good side of life.
For Brazilians, living is more important than surviving!
YMAS ROMABEL
Writer
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