“Mancha” in spanish means stain, mark. Something you didn’t want, but that defines you beyond any chance of hiding it or faking it. You ate something, you’ve been to a dirty place, you did something wrong.
In our history we give a lot of importance to people’s marks. And when something terrible happens we say it leaves a mark on someone. Something that doesn’t go away.
I think a stain can go away. I firmly believe that.
We loose too much time trying to justify it, find the cause, trying to tell ourselves and the others we don’t deserve it. But if we got stained, is it really important to try understand it or just wash it away?
I think we should focus on cleaning us up. With humbleness and patience and a strong heart. It doesn’t really matter why, and when and where, we just… clean.
We can live stained all our lives, giving up on what brought us that unfortunate event, that moment of weakness, trying to give society the blame, or we can take a brush, roll up our sleeves and prepare to sweat.
Because society or not, bad luck or karma, injustice or sin, we have a choice in front of us and we just have to make it. As easy as that.