“Human beings are there, that is undeniable. Ranging from one site to another, filling the cities.
Sometimes we hear the rumor and miss. Sometimes we would like even embrace them and deliver them from evil.
This is our greatness. But while this is also our misery. For if on the one hand we are inclined to love and goodness, otherwise we are doomed, it is no secret, constant frustration and outrage that love that pathetic constant kindness. ”
In his latest book, Fernando Luis Chivers, writer Pamplona, tenaciously invites us to reflect on the meaning we give to life experiences that we give meaning to our little episodes.
The protagonist of this novel (“The Journey hidden ” ) is exposing from a perception from the shadows and silence, his face disfigured the world of appearances, even the world of words.
To do so rob us of any questioning absurd, to reach the end of the trip once it has been watching and listening, not the pain of inner voice, but the clamor, the persistent whine the question is proposed in the everlasting fog, and tireless presence.
Once naked and have felt the absence of any emotional influence, we can undertake the journey to embrace new ways of relating, detoxified from any act of understanding banal. Because you may not have to understand our actions.
Simply because humans we can conceive or admit all, and because we understand exempt us from any fact, even excusing every stroke and every line that has designed the story, our story , terrible as it is .
The opening paragraph, taken from the aforementioned novel, I may continue the analysis of an increasingly shared experience, that belief in the use of the escape as light therapy to avoid any conviction, or conviction we most fear, and thereby escape the frustration that can offer love.
To avoid conviction, which amounts to the same protection from suffering, we signed a contract with disbelief, with distance or flight. Because often considered appropriate to maintain closed doors giving access to the world of feelings. Since thus not left any option to the wounds of love alter that balance each has been building.
Yet. We can go further in our disenchantment, and also use completely rid of any kind of link with the environment we grew up in, with relationships and with the weight of memories.
This can be a painful experience, but experience in pain can afford, in the most unexpected moment, by any coincidence, penetrate the fog.
… And find a new path, a new opportunity. One which goes from vacuum to a new form of love cleaner. Even fleeing emotions.
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