All posts by Juanmanuel Cunningham Armas

Zoo

We went to the Zoo on weekend, at first is a natural option because you’d like your children to see some animals and enjoy a day out. When we got there I started to feel strange, Zoo wasn’t the place it used to be for me, I saw a big jail , lots of sad animals in cages and hundreds of Human beings ignoring the fact that those animals were taken away from their homes or have never seen it. It’s sad how we treat animals, we are in 2011 and still behave like medieval mob. We pay to go a see animals in cages, see them in a circus, being mistreated and humiliated, in short those animals don’t deserve to be there, they should be at their own habitats .

I understand there are Zoos that really help animals due to their scientific researches and environmental work but that is just a few of them, in most places animals are just commodities or products to show.

We are Apes who like to see animals from afar, in cages, eating pop corn and hot dogs, to show our offspring what nature looks like. What are we becoming? What is wrong with us?

Will never go to a Zoo or Circus again in my life! Stop the abuse to Animals….

Under Grace

Today I would like to share this feeling of joy that’s been pushing me all this years. I am not living in my country, I am a foreigner, an outsider, no matter how much I try I will always be different. I live in China. Chinese are very good people, they share lots of common behavior from Latin American people, they have a high value for family and the elderly, they love sharing and spending time together, love eating out and above all they worship their children.
Somehow, lots of people complain about them, I sometimes feel ashamed because it’s not polite to talk about your host, so I practice the non- complaining-about-what-I don’t like- policy, I think it’s normal to feel out of ground sometimes, feel rejected and sometimes laughed at, but isn’t it the same wherever you go?
But my point today is not about being a foreigner in China nor rising kids here either, it’s about grace. when I left home, I could hardly feel grace for simple things, a good time with my mother, my brothers, being at a beautiful place, we took everything for granted… Here in China I really appreciate simple things, such as having a small dinner with my family, going out and realizing I am so far away, talking with my neighbors and being understood, going to church, watching a movie , in fact most of the common things are now  wonderful experiences. I feel I am under grace, fell blessed and full of hope.
Love my children and my wife, miss my mom and brothers, it’s all part of life, I hope in the end all comes back to me and lift me up in Grace….
Juanmanuel Cunningham Armas
September 4 2011

Under Grace

Today I would like to share this feeling of joy that’s been pushing me all this years. I am not living in my country, I am a foreigner, an outsider, no matter how much I try I will always be different. I live in China. Chinese are very good people, they share lots of common behavior from Latin American people, they have a high value for family and the elderly, they love sharing and spending time together, love eating out and above all they worship their children.

Somehow, lots of people complain about them, I sometimes feel ashamed because it’s not polite to talk about your host, so I practice the non- complaining-about-what-I don’t like- policy, I think it’s normal to feel out of ground sometimes, feel rejected and sometimes laughed at, but isn’t it the same wherever you go?

But my point today is not about being a foreigner in China nor rising kids here either, it’s about grace. when I left home, I could hardly feel grace for simple things, a good time with my mother, my brothers, being at a beautiful place, we took everything for granted… Here in China I really appreciate simple things, such as having a small dinner with my family, going out and realizing I am so far away, talking with my neighbors and being understood, going to church, watching a movie , in fact most of the common things are now  wonderful experiences. I feel I am under grace, fell blessed and full of hope.

Love my children and my wife, miss my mom and brothers, it’s all part of life, I hope in the end all comes back to me and lift me up in Grace….

Juanmanuel Cunningham Armas

September 4 2011

The mob rules!

Oh! You’ve nothing to say
They’ll drag you away!
If you listen to fools,
The mob rules, the mob rules!

Black Sabbath / Mob Rule. 1981

If you listen to fools!   we are all the time listening to fools, on the TV, on the Radio, At the bus stop… We’ve nothing to say, just babble empty words, when was your last real conversation? A real constructive one.

We are losing our life away, losing time complaining about this and that . Do you remember when you didn’t have computers? When life was simpler, well people often complained about life in a simpler way but it was the same. Family has lost the communication between parents and children, we spend more time sharing a TV program than talking about something you find interesting….

We are just a mob, carried away by the media…

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Break the circle and stop the movement
The wheel is thrown to the ground
Just remember it might stop rolling
And take you right back around!

You’re all fools!
The Mob Rules!

Black Sabbath / Mob Rule. 1981

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Breathe – Pink Floyd – The Dark side of the moon

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don’t be afraid to care.
Leave, don’t leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, Forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down it’s time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

If you haven’t heard this record please run now and find it, if you have we need to conclude that Breathe is one of the greatest openings of all times… of course this song is just a small part of this master piece.