Swing vote Night: Homer Simpson’s pursuit of happiness

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I went for a walk. The other night was one of those nights where all you wanna do is getting lost amid a big and hectic crowd, mirroring yourself through the world surrounding you. In other words, I decided to wander around Manhattan, after a long day of work. Do you know any better city in the world to feel serenely anonymous, while enjoying watching people?!

Walking from Columbus Circle to  Lincoln Center, I was watching all the cute couples dressed up for some nice Jazz- the guy feeling nervous, walking all uptight in his suite, but proud for taking his lady out to such an elegant place and the girl, content, but detached, with that snobby expression on her face, of whom doesn’t really want to reveal what a novelty that is and instead shows almost indifferent distance from the height of her hot,  but damn uncomfortable heels. 

Dark night or Swing Vote?  After Barnes and Nobles I bumped into a movie theater. The choice almost seemed hard. Then, I opted for Swing vote. I figured it’d be funny to spend 2 hours seeing what you always learn at school “Every vote counts”, especially, if the election ends tight and a single 40 years old single dad from New Mexico is the only “just laid off” citizen in charge of deciding who ’s going to be the next president of the United States. What’s so funny about it? He doesn’t give an ass rack about politics, nor about the civic duty ” because no matter who wins, I won’t still have the money to pay for health insurance if you get sick”, drinks like there’s no tomorrow and he’s ignorant and as narrow minded worse than any  characterization of Homer Simpson meets the family guy! Oh and on top of that, what would be so funny if it wasn’t for the fact that that’s what actually happens in real life, is that the two presidential candidates adhere their campaign on him, changing and flip-flop their agenda according to the latest polls-in the movie his interviews on where he stands on singular issues- Does it sound familiar? I guess reality beats immagination 1-0.

Overall, the movie is entertaining. Nevertheless, technically, once you figure the pattern they’re on, it becomes too predictable and you can tell that at some point the writers got lost, not knowing exactly what to do and where to go with that. Characters depiction is to Manichean: good ones are plain good and the bad ones plain bad, in other words, a typical personality’s definition of Walt Disney movies, where characters are flat and there’s no real in depth and complex analysis: there’s enough drama to engage you, but never too much to the point to traumatize you and when that is about to happen, a joke immediately relieves the pressure, with a shot of pure lightness and irony. After all, it’s PG 13 on purpose, so that more people can go watch it. In Hollywood, marketing first, art later….ars gratia artis I guess.

The movie is averagely funny. The idea that makes it funny disturbs me. Ignorance disturbs me.

It limits and narrows down your awareness about your real options in life, your rights, your opportunities to be a good person, a good father, as it is in the movie, or a good citizen and become a better one. What’s worse? Politicians in real life speculate and leverage such status of ignorance and poverty with every instrument they have to gain votes and maintain the status quo. Since Roman Empire’s “religio instrumentum regni”,  politics has used religion, for instance, as an instrument to gain power out of fear and control over poor and ignorant people. In the current western civilization, the US politics election always hinge upon workers class: whoever is able to get those votes and the so called bible belt’s votes usually wins. That’s how Bush won his second mandate. In the middle East, terrorism is often used an instrument to leverage poor people and speculate on them to turn them against the big western enemy: the equation? The more these poor people are kept in poverty and ignorance and the more these countries can blame and speculate over the evil United States and their allies! Obviously, I can’t say that western politicians, unlike most middle east and third world countries politicians, aspire to maintain a state of ignorance. Nevertheless, while attempting to change that through different political platforms, they most certainly go after what these classes want and need to hear, adapting and shaping their political agenda on the latest polls, more than on what they really stand. Unfortunately,  in the long term, that causes, in my opinion, an overall impoverishment of the political and moral standards of the nations.

Ignorance keeps you objectively in stall, still, entrapped in a limited world, paradoxically confined within a state of apparent peace with the world, because the worse part is that you’re not even aware of such limiting status. You think life is fine just like that; to break the ”veil of Maya”, having the epiphany about what the real life is, about what the German philosopher Kant would call “noumeno” (even though for him it’s impossible to actually ever know that) is the real challenge in life. That is the real challenge for politicians: to drag those people out of their cultural, educational and political ignorance. Not to mention, on a more intimate sphere, to be able to fight sentimental and emotional ignorance, giving oneself a “sentimental education”, as the french writer Flaubert would call it, an emotional education, in order to actually learn how to manage and express in a healthy manner one’s own sentiments, feelings and emotions and consequently, be able to consider, comprehend and respect someone else’s feelings and emotions, like your love ones’.

This is the one of the hardest challenges for human being, to be able to find the right equilibrium in that moral and psychological tension between feeling unique and confident about oneself on one hand, while feeling part of something bigger like your family, your community, your work on the other and be able to respect both: Aristotle defined us as “zoon polikon”, a ”political animal”, in the sense of social animal, in need of relating with others. But in the age of communication, the paradox is that it’s harder to know how to really communicate with ourselves, be really in touch with ourselves and be able to express our real emotions to the others. As Marshall Macluhan, the renowned mass media author, once wrote ” In the age of communication, information is the first merchandise”. But are we really capable to communicate, inform and find the right instruments to be informed in a state of limiting ignorance?

The other day, as I was walking on the streets of Harlem, I thought I was in some kind of ”Finding Forrester” movie where it is such a cliche to hear a black guy saying to an older, typically wiser “Fuck college, I need to get a job now man!”. Well, it ain’t no movie and that I heard it for real, just a step away from my conception of the world, while holding in my hand a copy of The New Yorker. Isn’it ironic? In one step, two complete different approaches to the world. That’s what I hate. That’s what disturbs me.  A narrow mind that is convinced, just because he/she doesn’t know any better, that a job now useful to pay the bills and utilities is not even better than a career in a few years, but is actually the only available and realistic option. If it’s true that “everyone takes the limits of their own vision as the limits of the world”, as the German philosopher Schopenauer said, then, ignorance definitely constitutes the fence and the guardian of those limits of your own vision.

In these situations, ignorance rarely stays confined within humbleness to often grow, instead, into a Manichean and simplistic arrogance: life is complicated, yes, but not complex. “Let me tell you how life works. If you have money, you’re somebody. If you don’t, you’re nobody. It’s either black, or white. No grey zone”. It’s what I’m guessing that guy would have told me if I had started talking to him. Because of ignorance, money is the closest element resembling a value, inevitably acquiring such a status. It becomes a moral value to act upon and accordingly, as well as a parameter to judge people and society. After all, even Thomas Jefferson’s pursuit of happiness apparently is approached neither as an existential matter, nor as philosophical or a psychoanalytical one, but rather, as he himself wrote in his own words ”[It is a] great truth that industry, commerce and security are the surest roads to the happiness and prosperity of [a] people.” –Thomas Jefferson to Francisco Chiappe, 1789. Papers 15:405. So, unfortunately, happiness is equal to wealthiness. Money is equal to a value worth it to pursue, thanks to a state of ignorance that doesn’t make you know any better, nor more aspiring to higher values, hopes and goals.

“Where do you hear this non sense? Stop listening to that lady. Stay away from her!”. “That lady” is the teacher of the movie protagonist’s young daughter trying to teach her some civic duty and right. Imagine a dialogue between Maggie Simpson and Homer Simpson about the importance of education and civil rights. Funny, but sad. And again, reality beats imagination 2-0 again. I know fathers punishing their kids by making them read. Of course, reading is not a right, neither an opportunity of intellectual growth, nor a simple pleasure. No, it’s a punishment! Hello Homer Simpson! That’s a heck of way to educate your children and feed them with the right values in life! Oh, but it gets better. I’ve known struggling single mothers telling her children not to go college. Of course, college it’s a waste of time! Make some money, be practical and contribute with the bills payments…for real?

The truth is your personality is what affects your choices in life.  Your incomes simply affect the degree of that choice. The goals, your values, your ambitions and principles, those come from the person you are, from the education you had, your emotional one, your sentimental, if you have been loved and therefore have learned in turn how to love back and respect. The adult that you become in life stems from the degree of exposure you had to cultural and social open mindedness. All the experience that you have read in literature, studied in history, read in anthropology, or science, gave you the mind frame, the ”forma mentis” to realize that, regardless of whether you like them or agree with them, there are so many more lifestyles than the one surrounding you and that gives you the opportunity to aspire to create your own life.

Just like when you walk into Whole Food and realize that at the salad bar there’s so much more food that you can have for lunch that you could ever imagine. But, if you don’t have access to Whole Food, you will never know about all that available selection. What does it give you access to that? Money? No. That comes afterward. The primary reason of access is the right dietary education to know that you need to feed your body in a healthy way, just like your mind. Education and information gives you access to life. Those are your primary raison d’etre of your choices in life. The valuable currency to have success in life. Not money. A better education and information gives you access to knowledge, to the possibility to discover more options than the ones you’re surrounded by and therefore to enlighten your creativity and enhance your skills to build and create exactly what you want. You go to Whole Food once you have learned what’s good for your body, not after you have won the lottery. Look at rappers, they continue to do the same things they used to when they poor, but to a higher degree. Their houses are packed with gold and diamonds but that doesn’t give them style, nor class!. With more money and no education you might be able to have a McDonald inside your house, but not Whole Food. 

Marketing, as the “for-profit science” analyzing sociological, cognitive and psychological pattern behaviours knows that very well. In the current, complex and diversified mass market, demographics, like income, gender, age, counts much less in determining a marketing campaign. What matters is often time your behaviour. What you feel, what you like to do and think. That’s what companies crave to know about you. And your behaviour, your choices comes from your personality. In fact, no matter whether you’re poor or rich, if you’re ignorant and not educated, you might even be able to gentrify your social status, but not your own mind frame.That, unfortunately, will stay the same: narrow minded and ignorant, just like your choices in life.

At the end of the movie, Kevin Costner eventually comes to terms with himself and decides to do so with the others, apologizing in front of the whole world because ashamed for being a bad man, a bad father and a bad citizen. I guess, you can have a wonderful daughter cover up for you all the time, like in the movies, or hide your ignorance in a million dollar house, like often times happens in life, but evenutally the  odor of your real nature will arise, transpiring in your gestures, in your conversations and in your choices in life, just like in Renaissance, when perfumes were used by royalty and nobility to mask body odors resulting from the sanitary practices of the day…but sooner or later, the real odor would always prevail over the fake scent of perfume.

                                                                            The end

Skinless

Skinless, as an open wound that never heals, sensing the inevitable touch of the world, every blow, every poke, every whisper that inexorably becomes a storm as it grazes it, a sharp knife penetrating into the exposed nerves, like a tight grip that hits your stomach, that chokes your throat, impeding you to breath, but that, just because of that,  paradoxically makes you feel more alive and alert than anybody else around you.

It’s writing: Cursed and gifted companion whose empathy we dwell on, as our words finally lie on that wound as a temporary veil of relief, too thin though to keep us from sensing and feeling the outside touch of the world that eventually will blow its wonder and splendor upon us again.

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Dedicated to all of those always inspiring me with their talent and courage to constantly search and pursue a new road that ultimately will lead to a “beautiful montage of experience, friendship and creativity”.

Within…

Enclosed within my hand is the sound of the mute word as it releases its  meaning;

Writing is my time, the projection into the world of my thoughts, lenghtening as shadows upon the white space of a sheet.

Tonight, writing becomes the silence filling the distance between the unspoken emotion and the displayed word.

In this moment, my words open up to you as arms becoming bigger to embrace you all, all your concerns, all your goals, all your life.

Enclosed within my hand is the sound of my world tonight, as it secretely releases its wishful being upon yours .

Roman Holidays

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The trick is to look around as you breathe the night air of Campo De Fiori. Rome, almost 2 am and by the statue of Giordano Bruno a bunch of guys with too much beer in their loud words are still singing.  They must be tourists!  I’m walking back to my car now, exhausted, but content for such a great weekend.  That’s the trick to enjoy life, to catch this precise moment, when, at the end of a party, you’re going back home; you’re walking alone and as you’re revisiting in your head your night, you can feel inside that transition from being content and relaxed, to be absolute tired and sleepy by the time you finally arrive home. That transition is the cherry on top of my nights: In silence, I can hear the joy of that night, until then covered by the noise of a Roman Sunday night in spring. 

As I’m walking back to my car, still whistling some random Annie Lennox song stuck in my ears since I heard it a few minutes earlier from a car down the street, I pass by a bar, where the waiter, cleaning the last few tables outside,  is  swearing “porca puttana”  like there’s no tomorrow, by himself, to the air, to that lovely breeze that I guess he’s definitely not enjoying in this moment. “Yo Mike, what’s wrong with you? Relax” says his buddy.  “That American chick, that girl that was sitting here 2 minutes ago, had the guts to check my pockets. That bitch asked me If I stole her stupid camera!” There you go- I think- another damn tourist caught by a gipsy. They’re damn swift, you don’t even realize. Magic! Her camera was gone and she must have thought the waiter got it. Another lovely “picture” of Rome.

Anyway, I keep walking and I actually  make sure to have my wallet, you never know. I turned the corner and as  Annie Lennox’s “boat is sinking” again in my ears, I actually see a digital camera on the street, right there, in front of me. “Porca puttana” -now it’s my turn to swear.- How about that!  That gipsy must have run so fast that he dropped the camera!

“Roman Holidays” could have been the title of that photo shoot, starring a very pretty girl.  She was blond, curly hair, long, and a very cute smile. I wish I knew her name. I wish I knew her, actually!  I think in the picture she must have been sitting in Capri, or Caprì, as normally American say, still don’t know why. Then, I recognize the Amalfi Coast and Rome.  Some party with lots of people, go figure. Her Roman holidays seem to have been a lot of fun. Some romance too maybe:  There’s a picture with two glasses filled in yellow, orange juice? They’re on a table. It’s dark around.  Maybe, it’s night, or maybe who took the picture didn’t have the time to use photo shop yet. The table seems well set, it must be a nice restaurant. It can’t be orange juice. I refuse to think someone would order orange juice in a nice restaurant  for dinner. What else is yellow? A Mimosa. It could be a Mimosa served on a Romantic dinner in some fancy restaurant of Italy. A date? Why not. She’s beautiful, I’m sure she can get a date anytime she wants to, especially in Italy. I’m sure there’s some Italian Stallion somewhere for this lovely girl.  She looks young, you can tell from her skin, but mostly from her smile. Monalisa Smile. She must be a dreamer. Ok, now I’m really fantasizing about this girl!  So, maybe, they ordered a Mimosa just to break the ice. Who knows? In any case, she looks like she had fun in Italy and I like to think, particularly on that occasion.

It’s been awhile now since that night. I still have that camera.  I decided to post that picture. Maybe tonight, she’ll read my blog, by chance, precisely as I did find by chance her camera. She’ll let me know her name and when I’ll meet her,  we’ll have a Mimosa under the stars.  Why not? Roman Holidays with a stranger…  I’m a dreamer too, at almost 3 am of a Roman spring night.

 Sogni d’oro…

Shades of Gray in the sky from New York to L.A.

In my life  back and forth from Italy and the Unites States cities are my living room. Here, I get to meet a lot of people, old and new friends, whether just landed in that same city of mine, or just left for a new one, where evenutally, I’ll be meeting them in a few weeks. In my days, airports are my third home: Rome, London, New York, Miami, Brussels.

I’m in Rome now. I’ve been back  for a few weeks now and in a few days, one of my best friends in New York is going to LA. In a month or so, hopefully I’ll have a chance to meet her in the City of Angels. I have this feeling that she’s really moving there, even if she just says that she’s giving it a shot just for awhile there.  After all, every big dream has its first step and sometimes, you just want to make it without actually saying it out loud. Ash now, or we’ll wake up reality..sometimes she’d better not realize what we’ve been trying to do behind her back…let her sleep a little longer. I will decide when to wake her up:)

Yesterday was her birthday. At her age, I started making the first real step into this business. I found JFK as main entrance and today, I almost got to Manhattan. Let’s say, at the moment, I’m right at the end of Queensboro Bridge, already admiring the skyline. I’m about to wake up reality!

But right before,  you get scared.

But  it’s good. “Scared” keeps you focused, alerted amidst the obstacles and steps of your strategy that ultimately will suceed. As you start doing something, fear becomes excitment. The adrenaline raises through your body  and then you flow, you’re light. You’re doing it. You’re living.

Scared is good my precious friend. Don’t worry. I have faith in you. I’ve always had. In these past years I’ve seen all the colors of your painting turned into every shade of light: I’ve seen how long ago you started  among all those choices and options you had before your life, waiting to be caught. Where you started, since you were still in college.  What you’ve been through. Afterward, remember where you used to sleep on your first semester in the  Actor Studio’s dorms? Now, I can actually say I was there for  “Bear Night”. You remember it right?  I’ve seen the friends you believed be such, to only then realize they were all but that. But somehow, they helped you anyway, because they made you stronger. I’ve seen your crazy schedule when we were roommates. Actually, I’ve only seen that posted on our refreigerator… I guess our cat ” Ciccio” was a more present roommate than you!  And if I was home, I’ve seen how tired you were back home, late at night, but somehow still willing to smile at life:) Then, you moved on, you got married, finding somebody that can give you the right strenght for your own motivation when this, sometimes, is lighter than the heavier insecurity of that constant thought in the back of your head to not make it. Yes, you will. I have fatih in you, I will always have faith in all your shades. The shades of Gray.

Go my friend.  Go out there with no fear to blend in  as a drop in the Pacific ocean, as the umpteenth actress that, instead,  eventually, will do raise above the ocean, above each and every one as the tallest - you’ve always been- to then  look down below and say “Gesus please us! I made it”…. and the oscar goes to…. my precious friend who, unlike what she thinks, did coin that expression, precisely for that moment.

LAX will be your main entrance. Get ready to smile:)

  

Nocturnal Angels

What we feel

can’t be explained here

you have a surprise

that you don’t even imagine

back, you can’t go

you can’t go back down

when you fly

you can’t fall anymore…

you see roofs and houses

and big the suburbs.

And you see how many things

are only trivialities 

And from here…and here angels don’t arrive

with fireflies and cicadas

And from here…and from here…

you can’t see those summers anymore

those summers

Here’s logic

to change ideas a thousand times

it’s easy

to feel  like you’re to be wasted

Here you have no excuse

that can keep you up

Here’s the night is dark

and there’s only you

You live on the edge

and you smoke your Lucky Strike

and then you realize

how badly you will curse them

And from here…and  here

don’t arrive “the orders”

to teach you the good path

And from here…and from here

here the angels don’t arrive!

2:30 am- Gli Angeli- The Angels, by Vasco Rossi- an Italian song.

It’s been filling up my bedroom, over and over tonight:

Tonight,  words don’t arrive here. My angels can’t reach me. Not tonight.

I’m far away from them, too close to my emotions to be  able to distinguish them.

Out of focus. Out of place. Out of touch.

 May your angels be with you tonight.

Good night

Your Last Mile

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At the last mile of a 26 miles marathon you discover where your real motivation to suceed lives, as your leg muscles become tight like a baseball bat and the pain weakens all your “yada yada” motivations that have convinced you so far.  

You’re left alone with yourself.

There’s nobody else, no further excuse, or justification, but the real answer to find  right away. If you want to complete the journey you have to filter and look through all those alibi that so far you might have been so good to tell yourself and the others. It’s a countdown against yourself: the body is gone and your will is all you have left and its fuel is exclusively the raison d’etre of your drives.

You find that motivation and you have found yourself: what inspires you to overcome your discouragement and achieve your goals.

What are we really driven by? Is it Passion? Carrier? Fame? Money? As the moments of discouragement increase your insecurities, damn present like a gigantic owl staring at you night and day,  you quickly go through them to surprisingly realize how many of these are actually useless for you to even move of one inch in your journey. Until you’re not in pain, you can’t learn. Until something is taken away from you, you can’t comprehend its real value. Rhetoric right? But that’s seems to be our curse in life, to become wiser from mistakes and stronger from a challenging experience. And that’s exactly when you joyfully discover that at the arrival the motivation you find in your heart is diametrically different from the one you had in mind at the start.

Mine? It’s the enthusiasm for the stimulus and the challenge of a brand new adventure. I want to learn how to exceed my limits and overcome my insecurities in a world that has been inexorably getting wider  to be comprised within one single glance. Oh, and to have fun too of course.      

As I become older time stretches: it’s not anymore about a sprint in the park, but more like a marathon on the road, where you have to pace yourself, develop a plan, following an horizon that acquires further layers of vision, like a painting of Giotto introducing perspective for the first time. No more “walking like an Egyptian”, but a composite vision of reality to make yours.  Except that in this painting, we’re not the viewer, but rather the painter himself, and perhaps, to duplicate Giotto’s  perfection may take some time and a lot of perseverance. I can see my painting has been growing: challenges increase, colors enhance, characters adds to an unfolding story defining always more precisely its shape on the canvas. Battles increase exponentially, but fortunately so do rewards.

The frame of the painting? Finding a woman I would love to share with our mutual stories, blending them upon an horizon to define together.

I have to thank two friends of mine that finally got married last week end after so much they have been through, for better and worse. I personally think it was the wedding of the century: moving, elegant and fun. They got married in the country, outside of Rome, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Yes, paradise city has a name:Bracciano, in the roman country. A tiny VI century church on top of a green hill, with a botanic garden, what else could you want? A view with a lake at the bottom where all the guests got lost dreaming about the perfect wedding. Then, someone should have said  to them: “Ehi, Turnaround, what you’re looking for is right here baby”, on a Saturday night of May under the stars of  Rome”, pardon, of Bracciano, a lovely town  one hour away from Rome and miles away from the the hassles of the city. I will personally remember that magic night for a long time. Grazie Enrico, thanks Kelly.

Their last mile to the wedding has been challenging. When he moved to New York the cultural clash definitely had a violent impact on him, so used to La dolce vita of Rome. Yes, after all, in Rome there’s a quite of a lifestyle. On top of that, he had some health problems and she has been continuously present, next to him, physically and morally with such a determination and love that was absolutely moving, regardless her hard time that I’m sure she must have gone through at the time. My “just got married” friends taught me that perhaps, “together” is a realistic and possible way to face your own challenges and find your own motivations. They taught me that there’s no battle too big, if you have a dream in your mind to make it true. They showed me over the years, that what I have on my mind and in my heart is actually possible to achieve. Grazie, I’ll never forget the shivers Enrico gave me on his speech, putting in the right “Giotto’s perspective” the real values that are worth to  pursue in life.  Maybe on your last mile, you’re not alone: a friend’s advice, someone’s smile, someone who truly cares about you can accompany you to the arrival.

I started this blog as a way to comprehend the world around me, and find my horizon curving toward my dreams: “Nec ridere, nec lugere, neque detestari, sed intelligere” is the tagline I had originally  chosen to fly over my thoughts. “Neither laugh, nor cry, nor hate, but comprehend” is what Spinoza wrote, a philosopher I particularly like for his capacity to comprehend the potential of feelings in influencing the understanding of the world. He thinks that we are at the mercy of our passions, influencing our objective capacity to use our minds. I agree with him. I do agree, but I think I couldn’t leave without my passions.

I want to laugh, I need to cry, so that afterwards, I can comprehend how to finish my last mile.

Are you ready for yours? The result might be sweeter than a pancake:)

Columbus Circle

Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of
  whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like
  the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has never
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence.

W. S. Merwin

Still echoing…Good night

Anybody there? a (summarized) thought worthy of an English translation

Never silence. We always have some noise in the back, as a soundtrack of our lives costantly in motion . The TV is on, the radio blasted, someone on the cell to talk to, an email parked in the blackberry to check. We’re never still. We work, we go shopping, we go to the gym, running, we clean, we go out. But we never stop, for real. If we do, we’d start listening to the silence and a second after, more in depth, to that little voice within always saying the truth, normally unveiling what we should do, change, or shouldn’t do, nor change. That’s scarry, too noisy as a sound. Definitely inconvenient, hence, it’s better always doing something, never being still, or even worse in silence. I’ve got friends that never stop. Read the rest of this entry »

Ehi c’è nessuno?

“Non c’è silenzio. Non nella mia mente. Le idee fanno rumore, i pensieri risuonano, ma è il tuo ricordo l’eco più assordante. E ché suono vada a coprire altro suono, anche la mia vita ha bisogno di un sottofondo, una tv che parla inascoltata, una radio che suona parole che non conosco, anche solo un rumore di fondo. Ma non il silenzio”.  ( Rumore di fondo « Demone’s Blog) .Mi aggiravo per i vari blog, che sembrano essere infinti e sono incappato in queste righe che mi hanno fatto pensare.

Il silenzio fa paura, stare fermi senza muoversi può risultare inquietante, perchè costretti a pensare, riflettere, ascoltare davvero. Allora è più conveniente muoversi, con un rumore di sottofondo sempre pronto a coprire, mai a scoprire, perchè così si pensa di vivere più facilmente. La furbizia, l’arte di sopravvivere al meglio nel breve termine, magari a spese degli altri, o più semplicemente di se stessi,  spesso ha la meglio sull’ intelligenza, il dono di costruirsi nel lungo termine una visione, un progetto di vita, scandito da tappe e traguardi che di volta in volta aprono nuovi orizzonti. E questo è sicuramente più difficile da mettere in pratica.

Ho alcuni amici, più o meno stretti, che non riescono mai a fermarsi. Read the rest of this entry »