Cerro Blanco, Chapter 8, Not again please!

When I was nothing but a kid, my school loved taking us to a certain place, a blessed haven filled with life and brimming with an air so fresh that it puts any other place to shame.

This is Cerro Blanco, a reserve that i have visited over and over, that school loved loved it so much that they decided that most field trips had to be there, thats when the magic faded.

When I graduated, one of the things that made me glad, was that I would never have to go back to that dam hill again, suddenly life decides to troll me and bam, back at that trail, Im sure of one thing, my classmates fully enjoyed going there, but for me it was just a rerun, its a nice place and all but it really stops amazing me, there is nothing impressive there that I havent seen, and I really hope this is the last time I go there.

Dont get me wrong, is not like I hate it or anything, its just that is not a new and unbelieveable experience for me, the place is great to look at I give you that.

Id like to thank my awesome classmates Adriana Piovesan and Adriana Cedeño for helping me out, enduring this tedious and green place with your well timed jokes and puns, also the pictures you provided, they look pretty cool as well.

Its not like I loathe nature or anything, its just that this place is so old to me that instead of evoking nostalgic feelings it just reminds me of boring walks and endless chit chat about trees, it was still a very eye opening experience, I learned that this place in all its glorious boringness, houses precious life and thats a good reason for keeping it behind a wall.

Good times with pros

Im the most minuscule unit of knowledge compared to these people, seriously I cant really believe how lucky I was to actually get to teach them something.

There was a wonderful feeling when it was over, the feeling that I still loved learning, my mission was to teach them something and the one who ended up learning the most was myself.

Sure there wasnt a lot of bonding involved, I didnt got to know them that well, but the few things that were able to get through this thick skull of mine were invaluable for my growth as a dude, as a person, as a human freaking being.

First is, my lack of patience Im a dam volcano madder than Godzilla and Darth Vader combined, I have to work on that, no one can walk through life twitching like a maniac looking like a disgruntled tennis player, and thats not the image i want to proyect, im not even a very decent person, but mentaly unstable is not a thought I have of myself.

Second is my lack of discipline, I was there on time and proceeded to act like a profesional, but I couldnt time anything well and got to stutter a bit, training myself like I was the dude from Full Metal Jacket will surely help me out, I wanna look sharp and disciplined but heck, most of the time I spent in basic education, was used in being a mess and that reflected on my jovial and unprofessional way of speaking.

Third is my tendency to never finish things, I did ended this course and felt thrilled when it was over, because finally i finished something in my life, that feeling of realization and success was something I kept missing all the time. Getting more things to full completion will be one of my goals as well.

Finally, id like to thank all the awesome grannies that put up with my classes, they showed saintly patience all the time, and taught me more about myself than any other younger person could possibly do, thank you all you freaking rock!

Waste is only transient

Yeah I wish this was my compost as well, mine got thrown away but thats not the point, Im here to ponder about the purpose about making compost not to whine about the fate of my now forgotten chunk of organic waste.

Maybe it is because its something we tend to overlook, I didnt even knew compost existed before this class and it has been right in fron to four noses all this time.

Or simply because it is easy and beneficial for all of us, is not even a real effort to do compost and by doing it, we are not only saving our organic waste, we are getting free rich grade A soil. Its not like making compost costs anything, it is the perfect product, it is free as hell, man I suppose even a hobo can make a living selling compost.

I believe the main reason is to teach us a lesson, about how things change, this soggy and decaying materials can transform into something fresh and nurturing, we just ignore this fact, and something this great should be known to everyone, not just us that we are priviliged with a good education.

You can always make a good thing from a bad thing, even waste. Thats the whole idea behind this exercise, it just feels right saying it this way.

The meaning behind the potato

So why bother to plant one of these things at all? They wont be much of use until you decide to eat it. And that will surely take a lot of time, hell it can be months.

Who knows when? Thats the point caring after something for the sake of doing it is one of the things that makes humanity awesome.

We are used to take care of pets, those cute little pals will even show you a small hint of gratitude, but is not the same with plants, they are not funny or playful, they just stay there.

Thats why we started this proyect, tending life, nourishing it without seeking retributions is a noble thing, its not like the potato is gonna thank me, but now I know that taking care of another living being feels better when you do not expect something in change.

Cycle of Acorvol completed

Now heres me eating some breakfast with some of the head honchos in the area of non profit organizations, some of them were not though, there were also other people who went to this organization to help with their vastly superior knowledge (superior to mine).

Seriously these people know a lot, they make me feel like a complete fool, most of them have been doing this for over 20 years and Im just 21, while i was soiling my diaper they were assisting some helpless child like myself at that time, through some really horrible hardships.

Strangely enough it was pretty easy talking to them , easy going people and very cool too, some of them seems devoted in this, and the food was great too.

I forgot to mention, this breakfast was to thank all those who helped Acorvol during the course of the year, I was the youngest thus my appereance sticks out as a sore thumb.

Now is the time to add, that I absolutely loathe and hate having pictures taken of me, but I like them, call it double standard but thats the way it is!

I have sworn in getting them young people, for their new lineup good thing christian friends are always there to help me out. Thats how I thank them for putting up with me and my volatile ways, thank you Acorvol you guys rule!

Compost cancelled blame it on the crickets

So, my grandmother thought it would be a great idea to throw away the small container that had my compost, she thought all those leaves and banana peels would attract crickets. Thing is they did this without me knowing, thinking I would just be cool with it.

I told them beforehand that compost does not attract any annoying animals, but my family gets really alert when cricket season appears, and well it's not like arguing with a 77 year old will helo out, as people of experience they tend to think that they will always outwit you.

Man, I really am not a bug lover nor a hater but those little guys can cause quite a ruckus in this time of the year, specially because of the noise and smell, gotta at least acknowledge that in behalf of my granny.

But thats still wrong I wanted to see this small proyect through, the videos I have seen online were pretty amazing, they can only make you think of the possibilities this small act of minimum effort could do to the world. That being said I just hope everyone else's compost is doing fine and well, Till the next post my tree hugging friends!

Yo dawg so I heard you like sprouts

So my potato decided to put a sprout inside the new sprouts so you can grow a sprout while you grow a sprout.

Xzibit jokes aside, it is growing well and healthy, im looking forward for it to be fully developed, I might be a decent caretaker after all.

After all, cavemen used to take care of plants if they can, then surely we can own them in every aspect of this kind of activity. I thought it would suck, the only trick is to water the little thing once in a while, The sprouts are looking strong this really is a tough plant.

Leave the world in a better shape than when you find it

I like coming up with analogies, it's pretty fun so when it came down to this topic, it was actually pretty enthralling thinking something nice, about this wonderful ideology.

Imagine... All the people, just kidding anyway here it comes:

Imagine that you are moving out, you have never heard a word about the house the real state got you, it was a last time decision made by your boss to move out, the country you are going to is far away and you are actually pretty excited, thinking on all the things you are going to do when you get there.

The neighborhood was amazing, the towering trees seemed too big to be of this planet, and all the houses were in pretty good shape, and you just caught a glimpse of the house number 38, the one on the paper.

The house is waiting atop of a hill in the greenest of meadows, is the single most dam beautiful thing you have just seen in a while, pristine clean, too much for a house in the middle of such lush wilderness, and you just have seen the outside, eagerly you reach for the doorknob and are amazed once more.

The inside is even cleanier than most hospitals, and it smells like someone just baked a pie, the living room seems like it has never met dust before, incredibly comfortable seats are arranged in front of a glass table, and on top of that, the tv is humongous.

You run to the kitchen to check if there is really a pie in the oven, there is nothing being cooked, the smell seemed to be something else, but still the kitchen smells and feels great, it is fully equipped with appliances, with all the utensils you just need, and it has a collection of silverware, that makes the most expensive restaurant at your old city look like a dump.

The rest of the house is still beautiful and incredibly clean, it just seems like the old owner left no more than a thirty minutes ago. The time has come for you to check out the main room,on the unexplored second floor, your room.

Damn, this room is way to good for you, that's the first thing that crosses your mind. A bed bigger than your car is between two reading lamps, this room is big, incredibly oversized, now that you think of it, that place occupies most of the second floor, the other room besides it is the office, that looks out of something out of a Wallstreet magazine.

You just realized, there is a room that was left forgotten the basement, this room is pretty bad looking in most of the houses, that seemed to make it less interesting, you decide to explore it anyway.

It's squeaky clean, there is only one table there with a big photo album on top of it.

The first photograph is of a messy old house, sorrounded by other decayed buildings and the terrain sorrounding it looked like the local landfill.

The second one is of a group of people cleaning the horrible heap of trash that towered among the derelict old buildings.

Number three was of a simple looking slum and the people around it were planting seeds.

The funny thing is that the guys making improvements to the area were never the same, you can tell that this photos were from different years, judging from the hairdos and their clothing.

You just flipped to number 200 and its just a picture of the house you are just living in, hell it was pretty obvious, this wonderful dwelling used to be dirtier than a rappers mouth, now it looks cleaner than a hypochondriac's bathroom.

You are pretty happy with it now, but suddenly you feel you can make a few more

improvements. Perhaps a pool, a PS3, or build an awesome garage or a karaoke bar, dam the posibilites are endless and with your current paycheck it seems pretty possible.

Thing is, the album seemed to have room for at least two hundred more photographs, you decide that being two hundred and one, seemed like a nice choice.

That night you go to bed, thinking on how good two hundred and two will feel when he sees the new pad. Making this house a better place with haste is important, because who knows when you will have to move again?

Food is never waste

It's amazing what technology can do nowadays: blast a guy to space, store millions of years worth of information in a tiny space, help billions of people communicate and share information worldwide and the colonel's blend of 11 herbs and spices, God I love living in this age.

So speaking about food, we are all aware that not all the pieces used in our delicious meals, are that edible, as a matter of fact we do not touch some of them at all.

We gave those so not delicious remnants of organic parts, a very unworthy name: Waste.

In all seriousness this things are everything but trash, our farmers now it very well, you can compost the hell out of 'em, and making soil is not dirty, so what the hell are we doing?

It's a shame but thats the way our consumerism, extreme capitalist thoughts taught us to deal with things.

I'm not blaming the responsible citizens who want to make a living, hell I pretty much love money, who in his right mind doesn't? All you need is love? Lies.

Money is sometimes the physical manifestation of effort, I know it sounds corny but in a healthy capitalism thats the idea. Sorry for getting a bit sidetracked but that's something I needed to say.

We should make the most out of anything, be it time, social bonds, materials, money, all that is of some worth, including these things we boldly call waste, according to the documentary we just saw, there is a lot of people trying to do something, we should just as well get a move on.

Let's start educating people, without nagging them, let's do it quickly, because time is also precious, and unlike our organic leftovers there is no way to reuse it.

Two Fold Purpose, A Search For Your Ideal Self And The Betterment Of The Collective Consciousness

Man that title makes me sound like Carl Jung, but heres the thing

this is more real than we could even think of.

Our species have two kind of identities, the lonesome thinker

and the social animal, balancing both is the ideal way to

transform our society for the better.

We cannot become better persons in a society were crime and

filth run amok, also corrupted and ill leaders dont create

places were people can prosper, it is a round relationship

one influences the other thats why it is called two fold.

Growing a hermit is not an option either, not knowing the

enviorment were you are developing and thriving in secrecy

will disconnect you from the place that truly needs you.

So, how do we make this new age of social and personal growth

a reality?

Simple, we start with small things for example if you are good

at music, learn to play an instrument, that way you can inspire

a lot of people which in turn will create small patches of

social growth.

By doing this small thing you can get to make more people

grow personally and when a lot of persons do that, the more

awareness we create, making everyone starting to help.

When that happens, youll have a bunch of happy people doing

the job they love and advising their known ones to do so.

That wont stop the wars or poverty just yet, but its a start

your own consciousness will grow and along with it, mankinds

and thats how you trully start evolving with everyone else!