It is terribly difficult to grow up in the age of the internet. Adolescence is a phase of continuous struggle between the id – our most child part, linked to pleasure – and the superego – our most mature part, linked to the rules. Internet, social media, video games are intentionally developed with the aim of satisfying, feeding our most childlike part, as with a colored candy that acts as a bait when our Superego tells us to study, to work, to put in order the room. The easy pleasure, the one promised by our mobile phones: a pleasure made up of shorter and shorter waits, almost nil, before reaching what we feel to be a goal; goals that are easier and therefore more attractive than those of the real world, which require commitment and perseverance – these are attributes that we do not want to invest. If growing up means becoming capable of commitment, constancy – in our sentimental, social and working life – then how can we grow if we are accustomed to fast and free pleasures?
Why is love so hard? Why if two people love each other aren’t they together? Why do we say big words and then prove nothing? We are all so afraid, afraid of the consequences, of what will happen next, when we should just think less, say all that goes through our heads. If it was your last five minutes now, what would you do? Where would you go? And above all, who would you go to? Simple‚Ķ. You would go to the person you love, to his house to tell him everything you feel for him, to confess all your secrets, all the unspoken things, but these things we should always do, even if it is difficult. Love consumes you, wears you out inside, destroys you but at the same time makes you alive, gives you strength and all the most beautiful emotions in the world. We should simply once and for all strip ourselves of fear and open our hearts to the person we love. Let’s do it once and for all.
One day, a person I cared about froze me with three words: “you are too busy for me”. As a good empath I put myself in her shoes, wondering what was wrong with me. I asked myself a thousand other questions. And then I came to the answer. Everything that is important and profound is challenging, and most people now prefer the surface, the one that does not require effort. We are in the era of “I love you” said every month to a different person, of lightning relationships, of superficial dialogues. Yet one day I realized that there is nothing wrong with wanting and being everything. And I want someone who is everything. Because I don’t mind what is called “challenging”: I can swim in the depths, it is on the surface that I drown. “

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joiel
    Sep 05, 2021 @ 17:11:47

    It is paradoxical how difficult it is to understand that the unreal is not true.


  2. Samantha
    Sep 05, 2021 @ 19:12:10

    I am with you on this! I prefer deep relationships above easy “I Love You’s”. What’s the point otherwise?


  3. LAMarcom
    Sep 06, 2021 @ 00:08:47

    I do love the ‘look’ of your site. The colors are magnificent. The imagery is magnificent.
    I know the words are the thing
    “the play’s the thing…’ Shakes
    Still have not read enuff.
    Gonna get there
    But the first thing.
    Not the main thing
    But the first thing
    Are/is the visuals.
    They capture.
    To quote the once and future Guv of Cali
    “Ill be back.”
    (Try to curb your enthusiasm.)
    That is a joke.
    No sarcasms
    Just spilling virtual ink out loud….


  4. LAMarcom
    Sep 06, 2021 @ 00:14:43

    “If it was your last five minutes now, what would you do?”

    I’d call up that old high school sweetheart and apologize about why it seemed more important for me at the time to get drunk 20 miles away than to attend her homecoming queen coronation.
    (Huge Deal in Texas)
    She was two years behind me in school.
    I had moved on.

    I want that moment back.
    Her moment.
    My moment.
    Our moment we never had.

    Will never have a chance such as that again.


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