Society presents itself as a sort of “pressing” (pressure) on a person, stimulating him to always seek conformity and forcing him to always pay attention to what “people might say” and forcing him to be “what others want see ”, preventing her from being“ that who is in truth ”. Man, as a part of society, becomes dependent on the opinion of others from childhood. At first it is caused by the desire to deserve parental approval and the respect of peers and later, in adulthood – by the desire to look like a happy and righteous person in the eyes of others. I often realized that sometimes this desire was so strong that it prevented me from living my life, even if it was a little different from generalized stereotypes. In society there is a clear allocation of “successful” and “losers”, “normal” and “strange” men and so on. Even though I understood that my vocation was different from the image, imposed by society and expected by my relatives, I kept trying to conform to that. One wonders, why? Internally many of us agree that depending on some other opinion is stupid, but in practice the situation is very different. The dependence on the opinions of others manifests itself and can be characterized by the envy of the successes of others, by the resentment caused by one’s own fiasco and also by the fear of disappointing the expectations of loved ones and close relatives, because we must have everything “like the others”. If not, “what will people say?”Is this public opinion, which affects my life, justified? Do I really want to live my life not as my heart prompts me, but as others want? Come to think of it, my life, my health, and my success don’t change based on someone’s disapproval or condemnation. So what’s the point of paying attention to what others might say or think about me? (Here, of course, I am not talking about situations in which my actions could cause some harm to someone.) Often the cause of my inner wars becomes the opposition between “I want” and “I must”. I think most young people my age have already faced this kind of conflict, but in my case the roots of the problem go back to the Russian mentality. In Russian families, children get used to the fact that duty is above all else. The word “duty” dominates the interests of the child. You have to study perfectly, you have to play sports, you have to become a doctor like your grandfather and this list may never end. Saying “I want” is considered disrespectful. I often choose between my “want” and parental “must”. It is always a difficult choice. Finding the right solution isn’t always easy. Over time, I began to listen to myself more often, but that wasn’t always the case. When I was a child, I always did what my parents told me, even if I wanted to do something else. All this caused discontent, a bad mood and insecurity.
Some things can’t be explained, they just happen. Walls become invisible, secret passages are discovered that lead to enchanted places, downhill roads and beautiful eyes look at you in another way, which are discovered, leaving souls free to capture. Two people find themselves starting to walk a notch above everyone, on a level road whose only obstacle is themselves. I, who can find the negative side even in the right, beautiful, beautiful things, I am not a bearer of light. I live instead in the darkness, in the maze of a glorious past, of golden years that I will never relive, stardust scattered in the sky. it is no longer a question of finding a solution to the mistakes I have made, but a way to rise from those I will commit, always the same, always the same, I will never change. there are mechanisms that are now embedded in my brain and only great inner revolutions will be able to scratch them, revolutions that I do not feel will happen soon. upheavals. like first love. my dealing badly with things starts from there or even from before. I’m not a positive, but that’s not it either. remote traumas still manage to manipulate today’s behaviors. and I can’t open up, I feel that no one is worth it, I don’t even try, I act so hard but in reality it’s all a continuous breaking, a preventive fragility. how do you heal from something that makes you breathe and is so ingrained in you? Something that gives you the only creative power to survive pain. How you heal from something you have in the ventricles of the heart. I always look to the sun, but only God knows, how much I am a timid moon.
I, who can find the negative side even in the right, beautiful, beautiful things, I am not a bearer of light. I live instead in the darkness, in the maze of a glorious past, of golden years that I will never relive, stardust scattered in the sky. it is no longer a question of finding a solution to the mistakes I have made, but a way to rise from those I will commit, always the same, always the same, I will never change. there are mechanisms that are now embedded in my brain and only great inner revolutions will be able to scratch them, revolutions that I do not feel will happen soon. upheavals. like first love. my dealing badly with things starts from there or even from before. I’m not a positive, but that’s not it either. remote traumas still manage to manipulate today’s behaviors. and I can’t open up, I feel that no one is worth it, I don’t even try, I act so hard but in reality it’s all a continuous breaking, a preventive fragility. how do you heal from something that makes you breathe and is so ingrained in you? how do you heal from something in your head and above all that only you know? I always look to the sun, but only God knows, how much I am a shy moon.
Do you prefer warm or cold places? How do you defend yourself from the scorching heat? How do you defend yourself from the freezing cold? There are countries where many people live in the desert with very high temperatures. Other peoples living in countries where temperatures got far below freezing. Have you been prepared for this year’s scorching heat? The North now seems as hot as the South and the South looks like an African desert. Have we European peoples been prepared to defend ourselves from temperatures we were not used to? Staying with the air conditioner always on or the stove always on is not a solution. Desert peoples don’t use air conditioners. The peoples of the Arctic have no stoves. But we civilized have not been used to this way of life and therefore the heat and cold cause many deaths every year. We can read some data that nobody ever talks about: “Globally, for every death from heat there are 17 from cold. These numbers vary from country to country. In the United States, about 9,000 people died in 2015 from heat but 191,000 deaths can be attributed to cold. as for Italy, deaths from heat are about 10,000, compared to 57,600 from cold. ” Therefore human beings on this planet have an invisible enemy against which they often have no solution: the great heat or the great cold. Our cities are built to produce more heat in summer and colder in winter. Not everyone has insulated houses. Not everyone can afford air conditioners. So a lot of civilization and technology, what is the use if there continue to be deaths due to the climate.
More and more often I hear people say that you feel alone. Everyone says it but then nothing is done to bond with others. One selects, one discards, one becomes misanthropic. We deny ourselves, we close ourselves off, we become hostile, acidic, suspicious, and always behind the screen, there, fixed on looking for a solution for an increasingly false life. We complain of loneliness but then as soon as you invite someone to come out of the shell, a thousand excuses are presented to you. So who wants to stay alone because then he complains? Who does not want to live in reality anymore because they complain of not finding anyone? The virtual world is absorbing everyone. All! It is becoming like a large cage where people stop breathing and pretend to breathe. He can’t say enough. He can’t say No. He can’t say ok, I’m coming, I’m leaving, I’ll come to you, see you, we know each other, ok, in reality, on the skin. All hidden behind this screen. But aren’t you tired?
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 