Every year is different. The festivities become something that assume automatic and increasingly less what we celebrate and above all, why we do it.
what you record a child's behavior: the day when Father Hidalgo gave a cry that rose to a discontented people in arms, a action that would mean 10 years later the birth of Mexico. But it is celebrated as the beginning of the fight that the end of it. Beginnings are always celebrated, but never finishes.
has always been like a sort of "Mexican Day" where we do our patriotic colors and paint with them in the city. It stands on the mast the flag, be Mexican to become a rallying cry but do not know where are the "centers." Eat more than the national food and maybe some do break the diet and this day a patriotic Christmas, with its own customs and traditions, evoking the mariachi and bolero, regional dance and singing reprensentativo. The streets are filled screams and explosions, broken glass, the smell of alcohol and gunpowder.
Many say they feel proud of being Mexican, a few (it any) advantage to get open and say that is celebrating nacos. Others put forward the criticism and ensure that there is nothing to celebrate and countless mass just go with the flow, taking advantage of in the coming days will not have to go to work. But one thing is certain: this day can not be ignored.
Last year I wrote a post that there was nothing to celebrate, taking into account the situation of the country which is still pitiful 365 days after these words. I say this because everywhere has been taken as spot advertising celebrate freedom, as if a cry would have been sufficient to free from English rule, as if a celebration was enough to forget the problems we face. But taking into account the customs Porfirian accentuated since time is proud to demonstrate that he is Mexican, not just a date or bicentennial commemorations, but for love, because one is dust of earth, fruit of the nation (in most cases) your parents, your siblings, your family, your friends and your environment, in light of your eyes in the morning, the air we breathe, the food you eat ... All within an area of \u200b\u200bthe world.
A history you can not honor other than remembering. That exalt
myths as we were taught in elementary school. I greet the Jesuit priest who longed
the return of their former monarch, the leaders of the insurgent movement
wanted to assert their birthright to rule, the first ideal of the Americas that ended up being a faithful servant to his nation, which preferred to their country before their blood, which negotiated with a hug the independence of a country seeking to be the future king, who instituted the first ideals for which we now use the adjective, not Aztec, not English; but Mexican.
For the story that this commemoration covers, I can not put aside my pride and say all it means carrying my citizenship. Now, thanks to the generosity of my country, we have been enriched with many people from other countries as diverse and therefore the population is no longer a mixture of only two races and their cultures, in spite of all this, I think it's worth nationality more that unites us: that first of all, be Mexican is what we said our feet on the ground, our center of gravity.
In my case, I have no foreign relatives. I'm Mexican in every atom of my being and recognize one of mine feels the same passion for my country regardless of who is father or grandfather. Although I have taste of
other lands, I keep opting for the best of my culture, its diversity of representations, makes my blood grass how Mexico is expressed, it fills me with immense joy to my heart drunk.
Although the situations of some people abusing the powers and authorities of entrenched attitudes that drag us into the mud, medium and conformism efforts, not to recognize the greatness that surrounds us, here we are, ready to celebrate shouting the name of Mexico, to celebrate it as if it were his birthday
. We like the myth of Tezcatlipoca: the smoking mirror, not recognizing her reflection, as if the void stares back at you. But today, as at any party, none of that matters, because that way we are even closer to recognizing what we truly are, to dress identity: symbols unite us today more than ever.
Today is the Bicentennial (though history says that tomorrow strict) but to me it is the feeling of others' days .... " Being Mexican is an everyday thing unless you want to swear by another country. Perhaps this single date, this historical moment in which we live, is a good excuse to also have a night out, to reassess the love for us. Sometimes I think I do not teach future generations to love this country and this could be a good time to start. Take a breath and inflate my chest thinking that maybe my reasons can be read and perhaps encourage a fellow to think about theirs. I am content with that. =)
I'm not a spoilsport, so I will enjoy the feeling, although it is not necessary to show my pride celebration in one sentence: I'm Mexican.
Viva Mexico!
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