The reason why we die: An incomprehensive introspection into a Mexican’s mind.

By Bernardo Facio

Why do we die? Such a tough question isn’t it? I bet some of you have already thought in the answer: “Well, it is currently impossible not to die nowadays”, “it’s just something we have to do” and “we have no choice but to pass away at certain point.” Well, what if I can tell you that there IS a choice? What if I tell you that, as a matter of fact, dying is not ok. You may think that I must be wrong/crazy/attribute “appropriate” adjective for someone who believes in something different. Let me please tell you my friend that I am not the one who is wrong. No, no, no… And I am not wrong because I wonder why and how. Just like the song.
For example, did you know that if you say that you are a journalist in Mexico, the insurance agency automatically refuses to provide you a life insurance? Being a journalist in Mexico is the most dangerous profession and as much as people would like to avoid looking at it, the fact is there; causing more and more damage as time passes by. Why until last year, the number of dead people due to internal war in Mexico increased more than during Vietnam’s War? Why nobody knows about this including you? Although I respect both the cinema and the media industry, why do you guys feel overwhelmingly happy about the most recent decision of “The People’s” Magazine to include Lupita Nyong’o as the most beautiful woman and the Academy to determine that Erenesto Cuaron’s film “Gravity” is awarded an Oscar and not about the current price for someone’s life? Did you know that children aged from 12 to 17 years old in Northern Mexico could cut someone’s head for you at 380 dollars? Were you aware that those children preferred this job because they could earn more than someone who has recently finished an undergraduate carrier in Mexico? Have you ever wonder why do they decide to carry the riffle, the shotgun or the knife instead of marbles? Just picture this: There is a father who works for the family and sits on top of the mountain after a long journey of tilling the field with his son (or daughter). He tells him that he should look after the family “because they’ll look for him, they’ll find him and they’ll kill him”. Notice that without even announcing who “they” were, the child understands that “they” is not important any more because whatever act his father has committed, it has also caused his death. Followed by a beautiful sunset, the red covering the hills highlights the magnificent scene of poppy wandering around, moving according to the waves of the ocean. Imagine that the son (or daughter) is no longer caring about his own life but rather deciding to give up his in order to save more. Sad isn’t it? Why such as young (12 years old) would have to make that decision? Why would anybody have to make that decision? What if I tell you that I did not made up this picture? It is happening at this very moment, while you are reading this.
Drugs in Mexico are a serious problem. Besides provoking thousands of deaths a year, they induce children to believe that there is “no choice” to what they have been forced to believe since they were born. This chain effect causes of course, more deaths a year with an increasing lower average age overall. This means that younger Mexicans are feeling more attracted to guns, riffles and knifes. Children in Mexico are choosing this because enough amounts of people are just not caring enough; it is easier not to care, isn’t it? Just turn around and tell me if it’s normal for a teenager to beg through a YouTube video for his and his father’s lives? Is it normal for a child to choose a riffle over an opportunity to go abroad and discover the word? Do you find normal for a young lady to want to become a future dealer’s girlfriend so that she could have more money? How is that different from prostitution? I guess I have to find it normal since these are the sorts of types I encounter on a daily basis while I walk through the city. Like I said, there is a choice not to find it normal, not to die and not to believe that dying is ok. Give yourself the opportunity to know what is happening with your country and then ask yourself if that is considered normal. Don’t give only one chance while reading; get yourself confortable with more than one source. Ask if any of your friends knows that the production of poppy produces more nitrogen and oxygen than usual, which conflicts in the natural chemical levels of Mexican soil and causes erosion. Surely, they didn’t. And it is not because your surrounding is not caring enough although it’s easier. It’s because we don’t have enough options. If we investigate more, if we are curious, are aggressive, urge for change, look for that change and make it happen, dying would not be ok for you either and then I would be satisfied with you as a reader.

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