Yesterday was the day that health matters. We already know that luck, once again, has eluded us, and once again, we wonder if what is about Gordo is not just another urban legend, but one with great power of suggestion: a collective mental alienation so banal it would have us believe – this time yes, Because we have an intuition that our lives will change thanks to the volatile combination of numbers drawn on balls mixing in an enormous drum, and from one moment to the next we will be able to forget the misery of everyday life, the inflation, make ends meet, wait for sales and white labels.
But yesterday, as we returned to the reality of our checking account balance still in free fall (and we're not even halfway through the holiday season…), we have no choice but to celebrate life, health, and being surrounded by others. People we love and who love us. Although the Christmas karaoke riot has arrived, some hostesses will regret not running away, as Christmas Eve after Christmas Eve these days threatens to invade the family home.
After foiling the lottery, it's time to appreciate those small but great moments of daily life that oxygenate and sustain us. Since it is futile to resist the glut these days without self-control, let us let ourselves go and enjoy to the fullest all that Christmas brings us: the nougats, the blaring lights, the tacky decorations, the nauseating Christmas carols, the lavish feasts, and the tired goodies. My best wishes to everyone and everyone.hours. From excess to excess until next year, and then we'll see how to redirect it. Happy birthday and unleash!
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