Sometimes life feels like the roundabout at 27 de Febrero and Máximo Gómez. The traffic is so thick and continuous that it's almost impossible to get out of the roundabout once you're in it. Driving, you encounter all sorts of people, some cautious and decent, but others aggressive, reckless, and even foolish. Approaching a young guy in a BMW, he cuts in front and doesn't let us pass, turning the situation into a nasty game, him against us. After getting away from him, we encounter the beat-up public car spewing smoke that nearly blinds and impedes our vision, and, BANG, suddenly it swerves and gives your car a little bump. Then there's the motorcyclist who looks at you jealously because you're in a car and they have to risk everything recklessly, totally unprotected. Here comes the person in the new SUV who looks down on you, knowing you have an older model and they have the latest, believing they're God's gift. Oh, look, he has a gun! Let me get away from him. Suddenly, everything stops, there comes some fat military guy with his usual arrogance, and you have to move aside. It's quite a parade, with sirens, machine guns, nervous police officers, almost a scene from Macondo.

All of this and much more, much more. One lives in a constant roundabout. We encounter all sorts of vehicles, people, situations, speeds, conflicts, sufferings, and everything else. But there we are, going in circles, caught up in the ego game, moving forward, backing up, changing lanes, etc. It's all a nightmare.

As long as we are in the roundabout, our vision will always be clouded and partial. We only see what is immediately in front and behind us, as if we were wearing blinders. The world becomes a roundabout, and we believe that's all there is. There's nothing else. Dancing that constant movement, if I don't protect myself, they'll fall on me, and therefore, I have to defend myself by carrying out strategic attacks on perceived aggressions.

And so, we get by. That's our life, monotonous, a dead end, or rather, a vicious cycle. The challenge is to free ourselves from the roundabout, to leave these childish games behind, to broaden our vision of reality, to awaken to a fuller, more satisfying, and much more balanced life. There's nothing forcing us to stay in the roundabout, nothing but our own ignorance and, of course, the fear of the unknown. The fact that the world has always remained within this vicious cycle is no excuse for us all to do the same. Upon leaving and looking back, the view from the roundabout is surprising for the madness one sees. The decision is clear; we must not fear the change that taking that step implies. What awaits us does not compare to the suffering and disorientation we are currently immersed in. It's surviving versus living.