“Moments” are short posts of a rather “poetic – existential” taste
 Rest, relax, yes, but …
** In the hysteric, sick and non-erotic rhythms of our days, “rest”, “relax”, “cool down”, “chill out”, “do not get stressed”, became a kind of panacea. The same is for countless magic technics by charlatans promising inner peace.
** Such expressions are by now heard all the time, everywhere. However, unfortunately, the pathology of our days shows that they became like aspirin: they somehow do something temporarily with the symptom, but are unable to reach the cause.
** Indeed, when exaggerated, they squeeze even deeper our inner terrors emerging in the virtual reality of our mobiles, tablets, in the fraud of social media. And our agony for loosing precious drops of shinning life touches the red line.
** Then, these aspirins become harmful. Τhey numb our vital energy, which could be the boost to do something substantial for our agonies.
** The result is that we stop moving with the flow of life. We become like forgotten cars with flat tires, full of dust.
**SO: rest, relax, yes, of course, but how? When all these tranquilizers of our soul start killing it? instead of relaxing it?
** It is much better to embrace my agonies, my terrors, my night-sweating, my dead-ends. I will remain alive, maybe in pain, yet alive.
** Finally, I choose, I need to reown my anxieties, mu desperation, because they gift me with life. Always being pleased and relieved is not necessarily and always developing, growing. They may very well mean laziness, avoidance of vitality, getting lost in the nothingness behind the curtain of the passive consumption.
** In contrast, if I flop as a fish caught on the hook, maybe I shall be once able to get rid of the hook – even if it may rip a little part of my flesh, its ok, especially if the hook takes away some of the fat accumulated because of dead life…
** And if I get rid of the hook, who knows, I may even manage to jump again into the vast, indifferent yet welcoming sea, always there, always awaiting for me.
New year and immortality
If we were immortals, would the wish “Happy the new year” be in any way meaningful and if yes, which this meaning could be?
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