The world is absurd, life is absurd. Or maybe just our perception is.
It 's normal to always feel out of place, inappropriate?
We base so much on communication, when ironically it is one of the options that we have developed worse. Sometimes funny, sometimes it is boring, when two monologues fit. But it is rare to be able to understand each other.
Basically we are all equal. You can feel different, alone, unable to understand and be understood. But feeling and being are different. We feel the same emotions, we have the same ideas. Expressed differently, triggered by different reasons, but always the same.
My every thought is already belonged to someone. Time is relative, but in the long period in which humanity has created its own history has ever even tried the same emotions. My thoughts have been thought of, my deeds, the feelings experienced.
Knowing this makes you less sad? It makes you feel less displaced, less alone? Tell me you.
We cling to history, the past, to others, to dream, to heat human ideals. All so astratto. Si parla di felicità, amore, ci sbattiamo per idee pure, senza dare dignità al concreto. Però, in fondo, è questa malformazione psichica ( psìchico = lat. PSYCHICUS dal gr. PSICHIKòS che tiene a PSYCHE anima - relativo all'anima, allo spirito, alla mente.) che ha permesso all'uomo di ribaltare la legge del più forte e di trascendere il suo mondo senza possedere la trascendenza (come diceva Sartre).
Ci perdiamo solo in serenità, ma in fondo meglio provare qualcosa e soffrirne che lasciarsi scivolare tutto addosso. Live fast, die young, oppure no, però la mediocrità non la vuole e non la sente nessuno.
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