Ernesto Sabato

Essay Ernesto Sabato
By Alba Santos


Although time passes and with him our age, the apparent maturity that is acquired with the experience has turned only a mirage of proud men who belive to know how to face the world, how to become the owner, when in fact, is this one who very easily is absorving them and it’s turning them puppets of his own show. Who but the man to be able to sink in theabsurd illusion of which it pretends to be good and also to be able to strip of the investitures of profane, to accede to which really agrees to him and makes him to grow and therefore to mature?
The constant slips help the man to be stronger, to learn of his errors, but what about those he discovers when it’s already too much late?

It is not enough with regreting once again, or crying on thespilled water. Although we are human, becoming perfect turns out to be a simple utopia, which means that the weakness and the defects turn out to be conatural to the being and therefore they are very difficult to avoid. What it really matters to stand out is that although this is not easy it does not mean that it’s impossible, and it’s indeed that what gives in sens to our existence: the diaryfight.

The hopes to live in a new world have already been dissipated by the crude reality of the indifference, that one which without compassion has managed to subjugate until the most solid hearts reducing them to simple phantoms that sometimes felt.

The cruelty, the insensitivity, the dishonesty and the lie, have taken us by its victims. We are cruel when we do what we want on desires of theother; we are dishonest with ourself when we do trap to him to which truely our heart needs, letting to us imnotizar by a false one failed of modern world; and we are liers with we ourself when looking for truths, where there are no them, we fall time and time again blaming to the others and not to our blindness.
Ernesto Sabato speaks of it bringing of its memories the memory of its mother of whomwas for a long time remote and who saw again just when its oldness was already outpost. With it and in sum of the treaty previously, we can be given account that often we forgot what we have opposite, to our reach, to look for you authenticate joys, pleasing moments, that the society, like our family, is not going to give to us. As Sabato said: "the nonsingle world is outside, but in mostrecondite of our heart."
There where we are born, in a family is the true happiness. Last our lives have been based on the search of the success, the diversion, of the freedom, but lamentably with it we have managed to waste the best moments with our dear beings and we have let ourselves submerge in the indifference, in the ingratitud by which they gave the life us.

Without a doubt some we arereturning individualistas;la simple idea that is born in us from small to fly shows us way mistaken, because time and time again usually we translate it to the mere fact to make what we want, live the life according to we want, to know it everything, good and bad they do not concern the implications, to let have "fastenings", and therefore it clears the opportunity to take a ordered life to us in wherethe search of separate property of husband and wife happen to background and it becomes the search of or of the common one.

There where sometimes we lost the course by the consumer society is at where the teachers of nowadays must arrive. To that childhood that put under by the falsification of an ideal world is turning aside its glance of essential subjects in the existence of the man. How itis possible that our egoísmo, and individualismo is acabandonos and in addition to it to our nature?

The importance that the education has the future in so awaited is without a doubt the some greater one of the one than some can think. Making reference to it, Sabato emphasizes the importance of focusing our efforts in those children who in their innocence are victims of advertising means and...