This society is becoming increasingly violent because the message that passes is that only if you're smart, if you're arrogant, you win. And so the one who bullies gets things done while the others play by the rules and are forgotten. Mass media and movies pass a message of struggle, fighting, aggression, violence and violence. How many movies have you seen that didn't include fights? Superheroes always fight, physically. So the message that gets through is that bad guys can only be defeated with more violence. But victims of bullying don't ask for help, they don't fight back, they don't tell anyone. At school everyone knows and everyone is silent. Bullying at school still exists and the right methods have not yet been used to fight and defeat it. Bullying has been talked about for years but neither adults nor children still know how to defeat this scourge.
There is a new trend that is taking hold in social media and that is to channel all the hype about violence, bullying and "entertainment". People who insult each other online, threaten each other, slaps that fly, "fans" who just for a little visibility go to offend or even worse attack the live streamers.
There is a basic problem in all of this: the streamers themselves are the perpetrators, not just the victims.
Having the power to communicate, unite the masses, be followed by thousands of people is not something to take lightly because you want or don't want those who follow you to emulate what you do. Saying "it's not my fault that dude does this or that" I just do "entertainment" is like throwing the rock and hiding your hand, behaving like the worst politician. What scares me is that violence, sexism and racism are defined as "joke".
There's no need to elect yourself as champions of justice when instead of raising awareness and educating those who follow you, you only give vent to a show full of violence and devoid of civic education. Because when you blare the cash register on the bus and you insult, curse, threaten those around you just because someone RIGHTLY feels annoyed by an insult or an orgasm in the cash register, how can you expect to be "entertaining"? What message do you give to young people? What makes you feel so powerful that you think all of this is right because you are "working"?
Because we are in a world where education is obviously being badly outclassed by "I do what I want, when I want, because I'm free to."
Does being free mean being able to say what you want or does it mean being able to feel safe wherever you go without someone insulting, hitting or disrespecting my time and space?
I feel like everything is empty. Nothing around. I gasp in the deep dark. Just one light. Just a thrill in the air, your eyes looking at my soul.
I have nothing, but I have You, therefore I have everything.
All around vibrates in the ether only one thing, you. Like constant beating of wings that your heart remembers.
A vibration. A thrill. Contact with silky skin. An emotion that revives.
Mild. Intense. Fiery. Passionate.
A kiss resting on smooth skin. Eyes that like windows open onto an enchanted world. A world that is your soul....
Wake up, open your eyes into each other. A hug of looks. A smile and the morning opens...
Here is a new day. Here I anxiously await, to still see myself in your eyes.
I need to hold you tight. Dip your face into your hair. Feel your perfume, inhale you inside me.
A heart drowning in murky waters of sadness. He gasps desperately for the air of your smile.
Narrow is the heart. Dark soul. Then here it is your smile and the morning lights up.
A light breeze carries your perfume so that my nostrils can fill with it. Breeze that is like your caress.
The face of the sky is now day, greet those who have a place already reserved in their hearts.
A place imprinted in the heart, dug into the soul.
We create the world", I have heard and read this sentence in many videos and many articles.
They say reality is the projection of what everyone has inside.
But I honestly don't understand at all.
Inside me I have no hatred and violence and not even war, nor aggression and bad feelings.
I am a kind person, good affectionate, honest and sweet.
So why do I find myself in a world that is the complete opposite of me?
Now they are talking a lot about these multidimensional realities in which, scientists say, we live and which always vary and nothing is ever the same.
Instead it seems to me that everything has been the same for centuries, wars, the poor, hatred and violence. History repeats itself.
So what were you or I going to create out there?
Honestly, I don't like war or certain things and therefore I don't understand how they can be our inner projection.
The serenity.
Buddhists say reality is illusion, maya.
Ok but you get a bomb and you get hurt you feel it, you bleed, and if it's a complaint that's creating all this then we're all crazy.
I would like a beautiful joyful world full of flowers and serenity.
I want it and my mind doesn't?
It seems strange.
My mind works by following my will.
Or he makes his own and we know nothing about it.
Does the mind lie, someone says, that is?
Can't we even trust ourselves anymore?
I think life is too complicated today.
The peasants of the past were better off, they ate, slept, had children and that's it.
Now there is too much stress, too many things, too many obligations, and has life improved? No.
So many religions, so many salvific doctrines, so many philosophies of life we feel worse than ever.
We have come to war.
We can take all the breaks we want but after? We find the same things as before. If you take a drug you have 10 minutes of heaven ok, but after? Then you come back to the same crap.
And did we create it or did they?
The others? The ones we should love, who maybe don't even have a heart.
Did I choose to be abused? For what? To raise my astral spirit or reach Nirvana?
Some say suffering is necessary, that pain helps. Bah! They are bullshit. Pain destroys, devastates, and giving yourself candy by saying certain phrases seems so stupid to me.
Nothing is resolved.
Human beings are bad, let's face it.
There are people who are not like you and me.
Maybe they suffered other bad things and reacted negatively, dropping bombs and killing people.
But surely they are doing it their will and not mine or yours.
And if my mind creates this then it was better not to have a mind and be stone or leaf.
Sometimes you realize that time passes and so do people, friends and years. Friends can be compared to a train, the train passes you went on it until your stop arrives and you get off and you are sure that one day you will never get on it again, then there are the trains that you miss those trains that could have made you different life, even just for a day or even for an hour, they get lost like a lighter, a hat, a photo or even like losing sleep, but sooner or later another train passes, you buy another lighter, buy another hat, and take another photo, even if you are aware that it will never be like the one before, people leave lagoons, memories, moments, unanswered questions, emotions.
Sometimes you just want to be hugged and reminded that you're not alone, but you've become so good at hiding your feelings that by now you don't understand what you really feel, hate?, resentment?, happiness?
The human mind is sensational all those various nuances, that way of seeing through things, those various memories stuck together as if they were a puzzle, the various memories you carry inside, broken hearts, emotions never felt, people never faced.
There are moments that grow and together with them you grow too, you learn to be arrogant and without a heart, then they ask you why and why you've reduced yourself to all this, but you know it's useless to try to explain it would be just words thrown away case because I can't find a logical thread either, so you keep smiling and repeat: "everything is fine, don't worry"
I fought white ghosts to come and find you, Jesus,
I crossed my inner deserts and all fears,
to come and discover you, and I'm tired,
I walked too much,
I broke many shoes and lost a lot of water on the long journey.
And I didn't know where to go, I'm a homeless girl,
with a star on my forehead,
and they call me Comet,
and I don't know where to go anymore
and I follow your star because Christmas will come
but I will die in a dumpster or maybe at the sea,
maybe not you will see me among the sheep and the shepherds,
perhaps I will be elsewhere and I will finally have found the end of my pain.
Dear Jesus, here I am, I'm a girl destroyed by life,
and I'm not a beautiful presence in your crib and I won't be able
to stay there or will you welcome me anyway?
They say you were a friend of the poor
nd I have nothing to give you, and my heart is tired,
and I'm tired,
and the journey is over and still deserted inside me,
no plants, no flowers, I woke up this morning moody.
The sky is gray inside me and I have only one thought
and will that star shine for me too that night?
It will probably be the last thing I will see in this life.
Alarm!
Alarm!
An umbrella can't stop the rain,
two umbrellas can't stop the rain,
three umbrellas break, bombs explode,
metal rain is not angelic,
bombs are not divine,
this sugar candy won't change a thing.
Every bitter bite is a child's breath.
Every death is the end of the future of all the children of the world.
I look at the sky and the dark clouds have arrived and the winter is freezing.
The animals inside get warm
but there are many victims out there in the cold
and I can't sleep thinking about them.
Alarm!
Alarm!
Children don't deserve this pain.
Who are you who have no feelings?
Who are you who live without thinking?
Will this war be the last?
This pain will be there last.
My bed has no peace,
it moves under the bombs,
I hear them coming and I think of those missing children,
to mothers who try to put them to sleep.
How did Jesus sleep when it was cold?
How can he remain silent in the face of this disaster?
My food turns bitter because I cry,
this war does not end, I cry, I pray, but human beings are deaf,
they have become inhuman,
total alienation of armies and young boys.
I pray for Ukrainian and Russian children.
I make no difference,
I understand everyone's pain but where is God?
What are you doing? Please call God!
Black butterflies in the stomach,
blue feelings up and down,
they go somewhere in the purple.
Shades that come from wings that don't fly,
emotions stagnate,
psychological distortions,
mental allusions,
immortal threads.
Do you know that the flames sleep inside the dark ash
that paints the bodies that dance in the Sufi circle?
Return to Draconian breath,
remember what can be fragmented without breaking.
Volcanoes are already breaking up the lands,
already the dance of the heart becomes a quantitative science.
I have opened an electromagnetic field,
you can become a tiny boson to open yourself to dust wings.
A drop of light advances in the hourglass of time,
like a tiny dust fills the horizon,
I walk and I'm barefoot in the sea,
together with my black butterflies.
I'm inside your room, I see the thread of dreams that pervades you,
I'm barefoot and I'm starting to tremble,
I'm starting to fade into the pixels of your mind.
I feel the heat, the pain,
the wings growing too big to stand still,
I abandon all footing,
I can't get dark again.
No more repeating commitments. No more performance anxiety. We learn to get bored and enjoy the benefits of boredom. With some caveats
Boredom scares us. We perceive it as an inner malaise, a condition of discomfort, with which we find it difficult to live. Life becomes dark, in the dim light of a sense of emptiness and abandonment, and we end up in the vortex of anxiety, a compulsion to move, to do something. A real waste of energy and emotion. Boredom breaks through in the field of depression, and sometimes it represents only a daily mask, difficult to remove.
In literature, great writers (I mention one for all: Alberto Moravia) have recounted the man devoured by boredom, and I happened to meet accomplished, rich people with a good career in progress, however afflicted by the boredom virus. They are really difficult to date, they have no peace. They transmit anxiety, they always have the frenzy to change places and company. They do not enjoy the pleasure of any stable moment of the day. They can't draw a breath without turning it into a gasp of stress.
Long live boredom. Long live the rediscovery of something that we have lost in the era of haste, of performance anxiety, of wanting to do everything immediately, and of the times of super speed imposed by the technological domain. Long live boredom which relaxes, allows us to detach, helps us distance ourselves from anxiety and stress and accompanies us to a more sober and more serene lifestyle. A positive boredom, constructive and not demeaning and pessimistic. Long live boredom, for adults and children. For grandparents who experience the fatigue of aging and for children who are in a frenzy of growth. Many believe that inactivity is bad and can trigger the vicious cycle of laziness. In reality, idleness stimulates creativity. It reduces stress and tension and helps us cultivate new ideas. Does this mean we have to become idle? Absolutely not, rather let's re-evaluate the value and sense of boredom. Boredom obsesses us, it scares us, and we always feel it lurking. Sometimes we try to avoid it even by taking refuge in the virtual world, but in this case the remedy can be worse than the disease, because boredom is associated with a sense of loneliness. And we are even frightened by the risk that our children might get bored: a useless and wrong fear.
I have known mothers who quit their jobs to raise their children.
I have known wives who have left their careers to look after a child.
I've known girls who dropped out of college to help their families.
I've known female students who stopped attending classes because their boyfriend was jealous.
I have known women who have always tried to protect their children and then died killed by their father.
I've known girls who can't go out at night without risking being chased and harassed.
I've known women who thought it was love and instead it was someone who wanted a personal slave.
Do women sacrifice too much for others?
Yes, they should learn to think more about themselves.
In 2021 in Italy a woman was killed every 72 hours.
In America, a woman is killed every 5 hours.
In Brazil, a woman is killed every 2 hours.
I know women who no longer want to be with anyone because they are afraid.
I know girls who no longer want to go out with anyone because they are afraid.
Do you know men who are afraid of fonts?
Do you know guys who can't go out at night?
Do you know men who sacrifice their careers to raise children?
We are in 2022.
Yes, it's 2022 and women continue to die killed by men.
And there is not only physical death but also psychological death.
Because there are women who become shadows, ghosts, ruins of themselves, with no more dreams or hopes.
And they keep dying.
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