THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

How many times have you been told that if you persevere in something you will eventually fulfill your desires and you will finally find happiness. In the movie with Willy Smith this really happens but can you tell me that the same thing has happened to you too? Have you knocked on many doors and then in the end you are welcomed, valued, rich and happy? I doubt about it. However the story is very interesting.

 

IN THE MIDDLE OF MIDNIGHT

Here, you cannot sleep. What remains is the zero degree of writing, the implicit reader: generic presence, in a corner of the room, looking elsewhere. Like Clarice Lispector in A Breath of Life, the author invents another author who invents a character, Chinese boxes of solitude. I remembered when I thought being happy was the worst of all. No doubt it’s easy to be bad when you’re happy. With the dull heart of guards, you have to defend a sand fort from the plague, and the order is to shoot on sight. Happiness is fragile, it does not tolerate the existence of pain, and therefore we end up taking our eyes off the dog’s eyes looking from the side of the road. I wish this cruelty had a price, only out of a sense of justice. What do you want to be? The Shakespearean spectrum. Tomorrow in the battle think of me, and let your sword without edge fall. But I would have to die a lot of times to appear in a dream to all those who have been unjustly cruel to me, and the first death is already complicated. Since I believe in symbols, it is symbolic that V. has appeared now. I have all the respect in the world for his rough suffering, for his open hands without weapons and without gifts. V. has the pain that serves not to hurt, and reminds me that in the light of judgment I am like that too. Orphans of the future, sad farewell animals. I am grateful for all the unfulfilled promises, because each is a promise not betrayed. For once, I see the symbol of innocence inscribed on the air sheet.

JUST LAST YEAR

A year ago I met a boy, it was summer and instead of getting lost in the sea I was lost in the ocean of his eyes. I think I left the best part of me in those eyes. I met a boy, in a strange way, almost like life was having fun putting happiness in front of me and in an aimless race never to give it to me. He was different, I immediately realized, perhaps because I was basically the same as him. It was different, he still saw stars where others only described bright spots. He still believed in great love, that of old-time novels, while the others were content with false ties. He still hoped, believed and loved beyond explanation. And among the things he loved, I too ended up. I loved his kisses, how he held me close and how he was able to protect me with a single hug from the shit of the world. I loved the way he looked at me or the way our hands fit together perfectly. But more than anything else I loved how he thought, his speeches, his words, his every idea gave me life again and I didn’t want life anymore. They danced in the street, we were enchanted in front of a sunset, we sang in every square, we made love with our eyes, with our souls and only finally with our bodies. There was no corner of that small seaside town that we did not make ours. That city had its scent, and at the mere idea of ​​returning there I know that I would cry until it flooded it like Venice after a storm. I envy those who were lucky enough to always have it with them, but I believe that no one will ever understand it. He was different and even I sometimes didn’t know how to translate his gestures. His heart belonged to distant times. His soul was tied to some distant star. That boy shone with his own light. Our love was never understood, but when did it ever happen that madness was understood? Our love was madness. It was passion that burned with the same intensity with which a thousand Suns burn. It was desire that flared up and wore out every particle of our body, that desire that was every man’s fault. It was friendship that Plato described as the most honorable of human bonds, able to make us understand our deepest souls and dreams with a single glance. Our love was never known to mankind. And God I loved that boy so much I forgot even what hate was. And I never wanted to be taken away. A year ago I met a boy, but that boy never had the opportunity to know happiness.

SOFISTICATION SATISFACTION

Style: “Let us ask ourselves if the problem is not not having something, but rather another type of lack in our heart. We do not make the mistake of always waiting for a different moment than the one we are given. We are always projected into a future that we do not have, rather than living in the present that we have.”
We are all waiting for something. A date, a vacation, a movie release, a trip, a concert, a good grade, a satisfaction, love, a kiss, a hug, happiness. We spend our whole life waiting and we don’t even realize it.
You have to get carried away, because things happen. We are made to follow, not to decide. To follow your instincts. When you feel that something is about to happen, don’t stop and think, go for it. Events can ruin your life, sure, and rash decisions too, but you’ll always have a chance to change, and to think, “Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. But it is only thanks to this that I am now the person I am. ” Always take the opportunity to improve yourself, to change, to live this life to the full and to get to the end with satisfaction, because it is a journey that is done only once, and situations never recur twice the same.
I do not expect anything from anyone not because it is pessimistic or negative, but simply because I believe that receiving something you do not expect is always more satisfying than what you already know. A bit like when you discard an unexpected gift without knowing what it is, but happy that it exists.

OUR EDUCATION AS WOMEN

Unfortunately, from an early age, especially us women, they teach us that happiness is found only by finding another person to love, or who loves us, and this leads to a whole series of deviations from the path of well-being that sometimes become destructive for us or for others. The educational field should be enriched with this component which concerns the construction of self-esteem created by oneself and not by the contribution of others. Perhaps in this way we would avoid making many mistakes and always seeking in the other what we already have in ourselves. A long time ago, I was building inner bridges to reach out to others. To get closer to their world. I wanted at all costs to be part of it, to feel something, to be seen, to be friends with many. I envied those who had so many friends or acquaintances. Then I found out that it’s not a great thing to have friendships. In the end, you always have to reciprocate in some way. You have duties as with relatives. Then if you understand that they exploit you it is even worse. My presence has sometimes been used and that’s not a nice thing. Now I don’t build bridges to anyone anymore. I like it as it is. I believe it is better. They don’t disappoint me. I’m not looking for anything. I don’t have to reciprocate. I don’t have to feel compelled to do anything with anyone.

I WAS AN ABUSED CHILD

I have been abused since I was only 4 years old and I still don’t know if it was someone from my family (uncle, cousin, grandfather, or friend of the family) and therefore my happiness was taken away from me so quickly that all theories and ideas of world are not enough to bring my soul back to life. I also went through years of therapy, but you will understand that undergoing such bad things as a child destroyed my inner world. I saved myself, thanks to my imagination and creativity. I have never had help from anyone and even if I always do good in return I always receive evil. I don’t believe in happiness. It is a harmful and illusory world. 

BE DIFFERENT

ALL PEOPLE DO THE SAME THINGS.

ALL PEOPLE ARE UNHAPPY.

ALL PEOPLE SEEM TO BE ZOMBIE.

ALL PEOPLE DON’T LOVE.

ALL PEOPLE DON’T STOP BEING MANIPULATED.

ALL PEOPLE DON’T WANT CHANGE THEIR LIVES.

BE DIFFERENT! SAVE YOURSELF!

STOP PLAY, BEGIN TO LIVE

VIDEOGAME INDUSTRY MAKE MONEY ON YOUR ADDICTION.

YOU’RE A VIDEOGAMER?

ARE YOU AN HAPPY PERSON?

THE SYSTEM WANT YOU TO PLAY AND FORGET WORLD.

 

YOUR SON IS DOING THE SAME OF YOU.

 

YOUR CHILDREN PLAY EVERY DAY, EVERY HOUR, EVERY NIGHT.

 

YOUR FRIENDS ARE PLAYNG AND DESTROYNG THEIR OWN LIVES.

 

THEY PLAY BECAUSE THEY ARE BORED.

 

YOU PLAY BECAUSE YOU’RE ANGRY AND DEPRESSED.

 

THE SYSTEM WANTS YOU TO BE SLAVE OF VIDEOGAMES!

 

YOU WANT THE SUCCESS?

THIS SYSTEM MAKE YOU THINK THAT RICH PEOPLE AND SMART PEOPLE ARE HAPPY.
THEY WANT YOU TO BECOME MORE AND MORE RICH AND SO IF YOU’RE NOT ABLE YOU GO DEPRESSED.
THIS SYSTEM WANTS PEOPLE BE DEPRESSED SO THEY CAN DESTROY YOUR WILL.

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