QUESTION OF PROPORTIONS

Everything is a question of proportions. ¿ Based on what ? to a context, a singularity, some needs, some objectives. The application of such proportions it will be based on criteria that may be ideal or not, where everything is a matter of experimenting and seeing results.

When someone says I am happy or sad what determines it ? To what facts, sensations ? Which marks the fact of seeing or feeling like that ? What happens between being content or displeased ? What I like or not. What do you like ? What you see, hear, listen ? What makes it nice ? Some sensations. Do these sensatons come from ? Someone fall good or bad. What is the balance in one sense or another ? What he says, what he does, how he says it, how he does it ? Of all people we have known how many have impacted us strongly ? How many have we found interesting ? How many have we found sympathetic or unfriendly ? How many have we had an easy or difficult link ? How many have we learned ? Of all of them in what proportion have we enjoyed the transmitted ?

We are measuring a lot or little depending on multiple parameters taking into account the idyosincrasy itself, which implies the formation of a code of values, which can be diametrically opposed by someone else.

In the subjectivity of what surrounds us, observed from a limited vision, we tend to exaggerate or dispise, raise or reduce, often with a partial view. We believe that we are in disposition to make equable verdicts seeing only small fractions impregnated with preconceived  ideas and sensationallism.

The desire to experience vivid apotheosis they are latent in us, and at the time of truth, the routine, the boring repeatability, the low quality relationships, the mediocrity prevailing in everything, submerges us in a disappointment that we are unable to transform because we don´t know how to do it. And that´s when trivial facts we give them a category of fantastics, because our level does not give form more, and the middle range we raise them to excellence to not collapse in the bleak panorama that accompanies us daily.