Sure.

 

Are we gonna be better than this?
Of course we are. That is the reason for our existence and the objective of the super mind we received.
Better than everything existed and closer of the best version we are going to be in future generations. Someday, definitely: we are going to be better than this.
Working everyday with consciousness and walking spreading honest a high doses of the best quality drug of love we will be closer and closer with the time passing of our best version.
Love is the only answer because it is also the main reason of why people do stuff and get up every morning. Love for ourselves or the love for others; living or not living. Love is the only emotion that can be an adjective, multicultural objective and most important of all: the goal of a perceptional living.
No matter where we are born or which the religion will be or what our children will believe. I am looking for love, but most important I´m spreading love.

Irrationally in this times, where time passing is the most valued characteristic of the human behavior, the most important circumstance in life is money. We have to love our time and how we spend love, not the money in our wallet.
Let me explain myself better: I wasted a lot of time of my days looking, searching or encouraging the money making more than the love making, but now I'm not. And, I said irrationally before because money does not buy stuff or pays working hands for massive production; money is buying us all of our pleasure time. Money is giving us less energy and less free available choices with our day and we spend it all working and not spreading love, happiness or all the other characteristics that gives humankind the reason of living and co-existing with each other.
The job starts at 6 am, so he has to wake up at minimum of five, to be there on time. If the person described has a family, then his alarm will be settled at four, to prepare lunches or the schoolbag of their descendants, he does not wake up because the job starts at six; he does that because he love his creatures, but he is not able to comprehend that, is tiredness blindside him. And he only knows that they gotta eat, dress and learn so he has to work, he thinks he is providing, but the reality is that he is loving. Later, he ends the labor day at five in the afternoon and returns to his house till down or night while he goes to chores or picked up stuff he needed. Then, he eat something quickly and cold, sometimes with the family but most of the times he does that alone because the kids are already sleeping; or in sports; or in music; or whatever extracurricular class the mother dropped him just to spend more time of his time without them. She does that with the conviction that it is the best for them and their preparation for their future. He clean himself and he does something for his own satisfaction (maybe he drinks a beer, make love to the partner, smoke a joint or simply he go to bed or read or to watch TV), then, he sleeps early because the next day will be the same shit. Routine circle, (the mother of the fucking depression, anxiety or living hell). And I don't say routine as a simple or systematic way to proceed, or the way parents organized the time they have, I say routine as an inexplicable force power that keeps them like fire burning in slow motion. I say routine like something else or someone else had the power of how much your flame will turn on or turn off. I say routine as an incredible excuse for not to change or make difference into the life they are having. The must do for obligation or the I'm doing it for love, has a defaceable routine in the middle, bur time is passing no mattering where they are standing.

Now I ask, does he do that routine because he love his son? Or because he think he loves his son. Because he spend no time with them at all. He knows more from his job's partner than he knows from his wife or children. I mean, he provided for them clothes, education and food, but, he does not provided them with the most valued characteristic of the postmodern era: time. -No valued time for the sons, my men.
Yes, maybe he has money, stuff and housekeeping for them, but no time. Does he love his children? Or he thinks he loves them. In that situation, there is no love involved in that house. The son could prefer to eat simply and only pure water but do it having a conversation with the father than with the dog, or the nana, or chatting online his friend next door. The wife prefers to sleep knowing that his husband is caring the needs well, but the relationship between them better. The wife wants to fell loved not procured. The wife prefers to kiss the husband after he kissed his children at night than be taken up by him in the middle of the night because he failed going to bed quietly.
Money changes the way we do things now, money changes the way we procure love, seek love and receive love. Money minds thinks they will survive with that, they think when they become old there will be plenty of time to spread, but there will be not. Meantime they are doing routine schedules, time is passing by, the children grows and leave and the wife distance themselves from them. They eat at an empty house, with empty fridges and with the same empty heart. Money can buy all material stuff but not time and neither sincere love.
The love and its power is underrated now, we gotta change that. We have to change that. I’m not a father but I am a son. I love and I want to feel love. I love “love” more than I love money. I love “love” more than time. I love “love” more than anything.
That is why I procure love for myself and for others. For the living and the non-living creatures. That is why I am spending my time searching for love: pure, sincere and honest love, because that is something all money in the world can't buy and time in the clock can´t count.

Are you a money mind? Because I'm a soul of love.

We are definitely be better than this. Someday in the future, we are going to be better than this: better than money, better than time. Surrounded by love, spreading love, looking for love. Doing everything for the satisfaction of being loved.
I forgave me for my past. I am forgiving me for my present and I will forgive my future. With that in mind, I know I am going to be better that me in the past. I did not love me, now I do. I did not think I deserved to be loved, now I do. I didn´t know how to give love, now I do.

Am I going to be better than this?

For sure.