Yesterday, by pure chance, I came across a reel that showed two warplane pilots doing a test called G-force (force of gravity), and although I was just going to swipe my finger quickly across the screen, the video definitely caught me by the eye by the overwhelming distortion that their faces suffered while they were part of the experiment, "which was not an experiment," is conclusive proof of a person's physical resistance, and their state of health to be able to be pilots or astronauts.
It might be fun (the test) if you think you're riding on a merry-go-round while going round and round, but after the acceleration and speed of the merry-go-round equals that of warplanes, no, it definitely won't be fun...at that point your blood doesn't circulate very well through your brain, your lungs contract from the weight of your body multiplied by nine, and you can hardly breathe.
Yes, that's me trying to take a photo of a moving car in Pro mode, but I couldn't, it's horrible.
I really don't understand much about the subject, but I must admit that I liked it because of the explicitness of the video, and although many women do not like the technical part, the physical issues, and the complicated instrumentation that the entire process involves, yes, it is exciting.
Can you imagine a world without gravity? True, it would be a disaster if we got rid of gravity, and we would all instantly go to hell...😂 ...
...Perhaps someone thought a long time ago that gravity was just a God that forced us to stay with our feet on the ground, and that the tighter and more united atoms were, the better...
The truth is that we all suffer and enjoy the force of gravity, but, increasingly I notice that there may be a forced force of gravity in this world of scrambled atoms.
I keep trying but I can't find the right ISO.
I don't know why the expression on the pilots' faces reminded me of old, sick, tired people, and I could even see the reflection of death. The clenched jaw, the lost and sunken eyes, the skin pulling on the bones, the terrible feeling of not being able to breathe, and little by little: the return.
And suddenly, certain passages of my world appear in front of me, when I go very quickly in the morning or almost at dusk, discovering people inside the garbage cans, with faces very similar to those of the pilots under test, looking for "something that take away", because I do not allow myself to say "something to eat", with lost and sunken gazes within their own reality, and far from those in which the perfumes of meats and pink drinks, they completely ignore and despise to this part of humanity, and that's what I call it: forced gravity.
But there are so many other things that seem like forced gravity!
Another one, the same thing, excuse me.
So much land to cultivate and so much undeserved hunger.
My father had a little piece of yard and never during vegetable season did he buy a tomato, a lettuce, or a cabbage, and I looked at him thinking about his dirty hands, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and the pain in his knees for so long. in the same position. While he, he only thought about how wonderful the process was, about counting the new flowers that opened, tricking the thrips with their colored traps, and filling my bag with grapes and seasonal vegetables... ahhh and guavas white, the sweetest in the world...
Incredible that today we are hungry!
My father's golden dream was to have been a pilot, thanks to the fact that he was not, I ate the tastiest tomatoes and guavas in this world.
Everything in life costs, not only money, but also effort, dedication, commitment, love, sacrifices... but in the new forced gravity you will find very little of it.
The only forced gravity that I recognize and accept is when I must decide the new trial path that I have to live.
I'm thinking about the colors, and about what it costs to smile and continue in this flat world. I'm thinking about the rights that I lost over my word, and about those who don't have a place to sleep today, I'm thinking about how tomorrow I can feed many birds, and also thinking that that can make me feel peace.
Almost, but...Better not even try it anymore...
Perhaps the pilots, after this tremendous test were left with the pride and satisfaction that they can overcome their physical attitudes, and for us too, as pilots of life, we could find satisfaction if we did better, and not continue forcing gravity.
Always very grateful for your reading.
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