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Esperienze di vita quotidiana…


Se c’è una grande lezione che ho imparato

quando incontri gente nuova

e conosci tante nuove persone

è che non importa la nazionalità

non importa il colore della pelle

come non importa il colore degli occhi

non importa la statura

nè la “bellezza”

non importa la cultura

non importano le tradizioni

non importa la musica che ascolti

non importa ciò che leggi

non importa quanto ci hanno insegnato

non importa se hai studiato

dove hai studiato

dove sei stato cresciuto

chi ti ha cresciuto

o perchè,

perchè dovunque tu vada

se incontri un uomo

sarà, con maggiore probabilità,

e resterà sempre

e comunque

uno scemo.

Silvia 

Being an exchange student ~ esperienza indimenticabile


An exchange student shares his feelings:

Not so long ago, you and I were complete strangers. But little by little, we entered each others’ worlds as friends, students, teachers, and something more: classmates in the school of life.

You have now arrived upon that moment that nearly a year ago seemed not so certain. Soon you will depart our shores and return to your homes in your countries, one year older, many experiences richer, and a lifetime wiser. Be it in doubt to you or not: you are returning to your homeland a different person, enriched and invigorated by your months here in America. Indeed: you were blessed with an opportunity many of your peers were not, and we in turn were blessed also: with each and every one of you.

Our lives have changed by this meeting, and so have yours. None of this will leave this set of life experiences the same, and none of expected none should have expected to be the same, anyway. For of all those things we strive to keep unchanged, the only constant in life is that it will continue to change, evolve, and prosper in a new light every day.

I want to instill on you the importance of your experiences here in my country. You have been lucky to see with your own eyes what many back home have only gossiped and whispered about; that country of dreams and plenty, that place where our concerns are prom dresses and homecoming dances. Where apple pies and McDonald’s aren’t special treats, where Cricket is an insect (and a cellphone company), and where football is something altogether not football. But beyond that, you have witnessed the excitements and tears and mundane of a group of people you never knew existed beyond Hollywood and really bad TV shows: the Americans.

As you prepare for what we Americans call the homestretch of your time amongst us, I have some final lessons to teach you both as your friend, chaperone, teacher, and yes, fellow student.

First amongst these lessons is the following: we each have a moral imperative to change the world for the better. I cannot begin stress to you the mortal dangers we all find ourselves in because the generation of our parents, and our parents’ parents chose to change the world their better, and not for everyone’s betterment. In simpler words: you and I alone can take what we learned from one another, and use it to help the animals, peoples, and institutions around us healthier for us all. You have no option for failure, and neither do I. As a wise Muslim once said in the desert, “God has put you and these difficulties in my path. I have no choice but to solve you, and resolve the difficulties.”

The second lesson I have for you is that: you are not alone. Thousands of you came to my country in search of a year of parties and fun, and those same thousands of you are going back to your countries after a year really easy math exams (don’t lie, I know you were laughing at us in Algebra class!), and really strange eating habits (eating in the middle of the night, chocolate cereal for breakfast, and/or pizza for dinner more than once a week ring a bell?). You have a network of friends who you must keep in touch with for the rest of your life. They will be just as confused as you will be when you wake up at 6am for the school bus, only to realize there is no school bus, and that math class all of a sudden got a lot harder. Those friendships among yourselves–and among us Americans you’re leaving behind for “cool” places (I’m sorry my fellow Americans, but Karachi and Cairo are not “cool” this time of year, they’re really really hot!)–are the most important asset you have gained for both yourselves, and the beloved home countries you are returning to.

Take it from me, (we’re still on lesson two), the friendships I have made with people from South Africa, Israel, Pakistan, South Korea, India, the Arab World, and Eastern Europe throughout my life in Washington D.C. have made me a better person, and have helped me grow to appreciate each one of you. If it wasn’t for Phil Mok & Dave Kim whose families are from Korea, Thupe, South Africa’s indomitable beauty queen, and that girl on my high school bus from Ethiopia, I would not have learned to enjoy all of you as much as I have. I know that because of those friends, there have been many times in my work in politics that I was able to show people that I care and understand about their cultures, their families, and their concerns. More than once when misunderstandings have happened between Muslim, Jewish and Christian groups, my lessons from Catholic primary school, being president of a Jewish fraternity, and growing up (and remaining) a devout Muslim have helped to avoid huge problems, and helped to make new friendships. America was your chance to learn the same, and in 6-7 years when you are my age, it will be your turn to do the same: help people understand one another.

And that leads to my third lesson: be a bridge builder. We Muslims like to say that Jesus Christ once said that, this world is a bridge. But each one of us belongs to one common world as well as the world we come from: Desi World, Muslim World, Arab World, Russian-speaking world, Francophonie world, East African world, West African world, etc. So build bridges that connect our worlds. It’s as easy as a Facebook group, or even a post on a timeline teaching about another culture, language, or even religion. Before some of you got here, I never knew how cool Moldova was (even though one of my closest friends in America, Alina Goldman, is originally from there!), or how interesting Sumatran and Javanese dances were in Indonesia. You built a bridge to me, and I built a bridge to you too. Keep at that.

My fifth lesson for you is this: Americans want to help, and we might know people in your country who want to help you do great things, too. You have seen with your own eyes what America is like, and what is not. Hopefully you have learned that we have little interest in attacking Mecca, or conquering Africa; that the truth is that we wouldn’t find cricket that boring if we hadn’t already invented baseball, and that we love football too! We just call it soccer for some very strange reason. Really though, you know us. We want to be your friends, and for you to be ours. Friends look out for one another, and so I am making myself available to at least try and connect you guys to people I might know to help you do big things to develop, teach, and make your countries even greater than they already are. Just promise to pray for my country in return, so that America can keep doing good things in the world, and move away from ever doing bad things.

My final lesson to you is one from the heart: each of you has a Qadr, or destiny. Your destinies are both written and unseen: meaning you won’t know what it is until you strive to achieve it. But do not think that you somehow coming to visit my country was a fluke (accident). It was not. It had a deeper meaning, that only you can discover. Each one of you has the potential to bring world peace, rescue the dolphins of the oceans, and end world hunger. Each one of you has the ability to petition the Higher Power (i.e. pray) to give you a destiny of greatness. A great teacher, doctor, lawyer, politican, army soldier, merchant, tribal chief–whatever. Live up to your destiny, and in the process, help me find mine.

Destinies are tricky business, and are as elusive as true love (stop crying over your prom date, you haven’t true love found it yet), and as awe-inspiring as a bolt of lightening. Do not understimate yourself, and take that “can-do” attitude we Americans have back home, and solve the problems around you with the same confidence that you made friends here. And once you think you have found your destiny, pause for a moment. Reconsider. And make those castles in the sky you dreamt of while chowing down on a Big Mac in America, make them grounded on this earth by sheer will and even blunter tenacity. Never be afraid to fail, always be afraid to never have tried to begin with.

I leave with the following: if a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound? The answer is immaterial. What matters is the journey you take to get to it.

Now the foundations of your souls have been set. You are no longer a mere exchange student traversing the murky path of self-discovery. You are now adventurers from whom the world expects so much, and for whom your countrymen hearken and beckon. Go back home knowing that neither one of us has an option to fail in making a better world, and that our destinies from hereon while separate, are forever connected. When the histories are written, when the words are spoken, and when the monuments are built to what you and I endeavored to achieve on this earth, there will be one truth that I hope we all will be held into account for: that these months for which we have each other are the moments in which we all decided: we have chosen to better understand each another for a better world.

Exchange students of 2012, you are dismissed.

Silvia,

me too exchange student in the U.S.A.

“Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the Claim.” – Mark Twain


The Lowest Animal

By: Mark Twain.

I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the lower animals (so-called), and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me. For it obliges me to renounce my allegiance to the Darwinian theory of the Ascent of Man from the Lower Animals; since it now seems plain to me that the theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one, this new and truer one to be named theDescent of Man from the Higher Animals.

In proceeding toward this unpleasant conclusion I have not guessed or speculated or conjectured, but have used what is commonly called the scientific method. That is tosay, I have subjected every postulate that presented itself to the crucial test of actual experiment, and have adopted it or rejected it according to the result. Thus I verified and established each step of my course in its turn before advancing to the next. These experiments were made in the London Zoological Gardens, and covered many months of painstaking and fatiguing work.
Before particularizing any of the experiments, I wish to state one or two things, which seem to more properly belong in this place than further along. This, in the interest of clearness. The massed experiments established to my satisfaction certain generalizations, to wit:

  1. That the human race is of one distinct species. It exhibits slight variations (in color, stature, mental caliber, and so on) due to climate, environment, and so forth; but it is a species by itself, and not to be confounded with any other.
  2. That the quadrupeds are a distinct family, also. This family exhibits variations (in color, size, food preferences, and so on; but it is a family by itself).
  3. That the other families (the birds, the fishes, the insects, the reptiles, etc.) are more or less distinct, also. They are in the procession. They are links in the chain, which stretches down from the higher animals to man at the bottom.

Some of my experiments were quite curious. In the course of my reading I had come across a case where, many years ago, some hunters on our Great Plains organized a buffalo hunt for the entertainment of an English earl. They had charming sport. They killed seventy-two of those great animals; and ate part of one of them and left the seventy-one to rot. In order to determine the difference between an anaconda and an earl (if any) I caused seven young calves to be turned into the anaconda’s cage. The grateful reptile immediately crushed one of them and swallowed it, then lay back satisfied. It showed no further interest in the calves, and no disposition to harm them. I tried this experiment with other anacondas; always with the same result. The fact stood proven that the difference between an earl and an anaconda is that the earl is cruel and the anaconda isn’t; and that the earl wantonly destroys what he has no use for, but the anaconda doesn’t. This seemed to suggest that the anaconda was not descended from the earl. It also seemed to suggest that the earl was descended from the anaconda, and had lost a good deal in the transition.

I was aware that many men who have accumulated more millions of money than they can ever use have shown a rabid hunger for more, and have not scrupled to cheat the ignorant and the helpless out of their poor servings in order to partially appease that appetite. I furnished a hundred different kinds of wild and tame animals the opportunity to accumulate vast stores of food, but none of them would do it. The squirrels and bees and certain birds made accumulations, but stopped when they had gathered a winter s supply, and could not be persuaded to add to it either honestly or by chicane. In order to bolster up a tottering reputation the ant pretended to store up supplies, but I was not deceived. I know the ant. These experiments convinced me that there is this difference between man and the higher animals: he is avaricious and miserly; they are not.

In the course of my experiments I convinced myself that among the animals man is the only one that harbors insults and injuries, broods over them, waits till a chance offers, then takes revenge. The passion of revenge is unknown to the higher animals.

Roosters keep harems, but it is by consent of their concubines; therefore no wrong is done. Men keep harems but it is by brute force, privileged by atrocious laws, which the other sex was allowed no hand in making. In this matter man occupies a far lower place than the rooster.

Cats are loose in their morals, but not consciously so. Man, in his descent from the cat, has brought the cats looseness with him but has left the unconsciousness behind (the saving grace which excuses the cat). The cat is innocent, man is not.
Indecency, vulgarity, obscenity (these are strictly confined to man); he invented them. Among the higher animals there is no trace of them. They hide nothing; they are not ashamed. Man, with his soiled mind, covers himself. He will not even enter a drawing room with his breast and back naked, so alive are he and his mates to indecent suggestion. Man is The Animal that Laughs. But so does the monkey, as Mr. Darwin pointed out; and so does the Australian bird that is called the laughing jackass. No! Man is the Animal that Blushes. He is the only one that does it or has occasion to.

At the head of this article we see how three monks were burnt to death a few days ago, and a prior put to death with atrocious cruelty. Do we inquire into the details? No; or we should find out that the prior was subjected to unprintable mutilations. Man (when he is a North American Indian) gouges out his prisoners eyes; when he is King John, with a nephew to render untroublesome, he uses a red-hot iron; when he is a religious zealot dealing with heretics in the Middle Ages, he skins his captive alive and scatters salt on his back; in the first Richards time he shuts up a multitude of Jew families in a tower and sets fire to it; in Columbus’s time he captures a family of Spanish Jews and (but that is not printable; in our day in England a man is fined ten shillings for beating his mother nearly to death with a chair, and another man is fined forty shillings for having four pheasant eggs in his possession without being able to satisfactorily explain how he got them). Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it. It is a trait that is not known to the higher animals. The cat plays with the frightened mouse; but she has this excuse, that she does not know that the mouse is suffering. The cat is moderate (inhumanly moderate: she only scares the mouse, she does not hurt it; she doesn’t dig out its eyes, or tear off its skin, or drive splinters under its nails) man-fashion; when she is done playing with it she makes a sudden meal of it and puts it out of its trouble. Man is the Cruel Animal. He is alone in that distinction.

The higher animals engage in individual fights, but never in organized masses. Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and with calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out, as the Hessians did in our Revolution, and as the boyish Prince Napoleon did in the Zulu war, and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel.

Man is the only animal that robs his helpless fellow of his country takes possession of it and drives him out of it or destroys him. Man has done this in all the ages. There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken away from owner after owner, cycle after cycle, by force and bloodshed.

Man is the only Slave. And he is the only animal who enslaves. He has always been a slave in one form or another, and has always held other slaves in bondage under him in one way or another. In our day he is always some mans slave for wages, and does that mans work; and this slave has other slaves under him for minor wages, and they do his work. The higher animals are the only ones who exclusively do their own work and provide their own living.

Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other peoples countries, and keepthem from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns, he washes the blood off his hands and works for the universal brotherhood of man, with his mouth.

Man is the Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Animal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion, several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbor as himself, and cuts his throat if his theology isn’t straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brother’s path to happiness and heaven. He was at it in the time of the Caesars, he was at it in Mahomet’s time, he was at it in the time of the Inquisition, he was at it in France a couple of centuries, he was at it in England in Mary’s day, he has been at it ever since he first saw the light, he is at it today in Crete (as per the telegrams quoted above) he will be at it somewhere else tomorrow. The higher animals have no religion. And we are told that they are going to be left out, in the Hereafter. I wonder why? It seems questionable taste.

Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal. Note his history, as sketched above. It seems plain to me that whatever he is he is not a reasoning animal. His record is the fantastic record of a maniac. I consider that the strongest count against his intelligence is the fact that with that record back of him he blandly sets himself up as the head animal of the lot: whereas by his own standards he is the bottom one.

In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which the other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately.

Next, in another cage I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; aMethodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and flesh not a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court.

One is obliged to concede that in true loftiness of character, Man cannot claim to approach even the meanest of the Higher Animals. It is plain that he is constitutionally incapable of approaching that altitude; that he is constitutionally afflicted with a Defect, which must make such approach forever impossible, forit is manifest that this defect is permanent in him, indestructible, ineradicable.
I find this Defect to be the Moral Sense. He is the only animal that has it. It is the secret of his degradation. It is the quality, which enables him to do wrong. It has no other office. It is in capable of performing any other function. It could never hate been intended to perform any other. Without it, man could do no wrong. He would rise at once to the level of the Higher Animals.

Since the Moral Sense has but the one office, the one capacity (to enable man to do wrong) it is plainly without value to him. It is as valueless to him as is disease. In fact, it manifestly is a disease. Rabies is bad, but it is not so bad as this disease. Rabies enables a man to do a thing, which he could not do when in a healthy state: kill his neighbor with a poisonous bite. NC) one is the better man for having rabies: The Moral Sense enables a man to do wrong. It enables him to do wrong in a thousand ways. Rabies is an innocent disease, compared to the Moral Sense. No one, then, can be the better man for having the Moral Sense. What now, do we find the Primal Curse to have been? Plainly what it was in the beginning: the infliction upon man of the Moral Sense; the ability to distinguish good from evil; and with it, necessarily, the ability todo evil; for there can be no evil act without the presence of consciousness of it in the doer of it.

And so I find that we have descended and degenerated, from some far ancestor (some microscopic atom wandering at its pleasure between the mighty horizons of a drop of water perchance) insect by insect, animal by animal, reptile by reptile, down the long highway of smirch less innocence, till we have reached the bottom stage of development (namable as the Human Being). Below us, nothing.

Lentamente muore


Lentamente muore
chi diventa schiavo dell’abitudine,
ripetendo ogni giorno gli stessi percorsi,
chi non cambia la marcia,
chi non rischia e cambia colore dei vestiti,
chi non parla a chi non conosce.
Muore lentamente chi evita una passione,
chi preferisce il nero su bianco
e i puntini sulle “i”
piuttosto che un insieme di emozioni,
proprio quelle che fanno brillare gli occhi,
quelle che fanno
di uno sbadiglio un sorriso,
quelle che fanno battere il cuore
davanti all’errore e ai sentimenti.
Lentamente muore
chi non capovolge il tavolo,
chi e’ infelice sul lavoro,
chi non rischia la certezza
per l’incertezza per inseguire un sogno,
chi non si permette almeno una volta nella vita
di fuggire ai consigli sensati.
Lentamente muore chi non viaggia,
chi non legge, chi non ascolta musica,
chi non trova grazia in se stesso.
Muore lentamente
chi distrugge l’amor proprio,
chi non si lascia aiutare;
chi passa i giorni a lamentarsi
della propria sfortuna o della pioggia incessante.
Lentamente muore
chi abbandona un progetto prima di iniziarlo,
chi non fa domande
sugli argomenti che non conosce,
chi non risponde
quando gli chiedono qualcosa che conosce.
Evitiamo la morte a piccole dosi,
ricordando sempre che essere vivo
richiede uno sforzo di gran lunga maggiore
del semplice fatto di respirare.
Soltanto l’ardente pazienza porterà
al raggiungimento
di una splendida felicità.
Pablo Neruda

~


“If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed

Chris McCandless

Immagine

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L’ispirazione e’ figlia della notte


Mi ritrovo qui a scrivere un po’. Dovrei fare tutt’altro ma la mia procrastinazione mi vince cosi’ mi svago un po’ su questo vecchio blog. E’ un po’ strano questo mio paradosso… la mia passione per la cultura, la mia sete di imparare, eppure la mia voglia di starmene lontana dallo studio ecc… ma infondo, a chi piace veramente studiare?? ahah 😀 non di certo all’adolescente medio. Ma questi sono silly thoughts. Giusto per trovare qualcosa da scrivere. Fuori piove. Oggi e’ stata una giornata uggiosa, non ci voleva perche’ mi ha tirato un po’ giu’. Anche se tuttavia il suono della pioggia e’ rilassante. Ammesso che tu abbia un qualche motivo per essere rilassato. Allora continuo a stare sveglia, come d’altronde ho sempre fatto. Davvero gli americani pensano che me ne vada a dormire come loro alle 9?? Puff! lol scherzo.
…Pero’ e’ vero che continuo a stare sveglia tardi, ma l’ho sempre fatto in vita mia d’altronde.
Quindi, avevo appena guardato un simpatico video di Brignano, ora mi accingevo (in teoria) a finire questo relativamente noioso progetto di storia americana. Non noioso in se’, noioso in me perche’ non ho ispirazione; e il non avere ispirazione, per una persona creativa come me mi fa sentire “crappy”. Quindi tanto vale mettermi a buttare giu’ pensieri sul blog. Magari alla fine va finire cosi’, e’ quando liberi la mente dai pensieri che l’ispirazione entra. Se pensi occupi la mente. Se occupi la mente non c’e’ spazio per l’ispirazione. Se lasci andare la tua mente dai via libera all’ispirazione. Per questo essa e’ figlia della notte! Di notte il cervello inizia a spegnersi. Lascia spazio alla fantasia (fino a quella totale e incontrollata del mondo onirico). Ecco anche perche, come mia madre diceva sempre, “e’ l’ora tarda che mi fa quest’effetto” quando semplicemente ti lasci andare, sei magari mezzo assonnato e mezzo sveglio, ridi con facilita’ e hai una certa espressione da ebete felice 🙂 Quando la mente si rilassa ti senti cosi’ pero’. E’ bello. Soprattutto nelle mie ore di disegno. Qui ovviamente ne sto facendo digiuno, ma ritornata in Italia dal mio programma interculturale ritornero’ alla mia vita e alle mie abitudini, tra cui quelle del Liceo Artistico… e delle ore di disegno e arte, a scuola e a casa. E’ bello perche con l’arte usi il principio del Qui ed Ora. Pensi al disegno, se pensi, perche il tuo corpo si muove da solo, la mente e’ un tutt’uno con la mano. Lasci andare tutto via, ti rilassi….. (-a meno che il disegno abbia un certo livello impegnativo, metti una tavola di architettura dove non ti puoi tanto permettere distrazion) ma, quando va tutto bene (ossia non fai errori, o errori eclatanti) l’arte e’ un totale relax per me.  Infatti dopo un po’ sei cosi in pace che (almeno questo e’ quello che succedeva a me) puoi diventare euforico. Rido, scherzo… parte della  mia quotidianita’ :)…e con i commenti dei miei compagni che davvero si chiedevano se mi ubriacassi di aria o di acqua… e come dargli torto in effetti! Sono momenti in cui effettivamente non so cosa accada di specifico nel corpo, non sono un’esperta di biologia, ma di certo credo siano quelle sostanze che fungono da “droghe” naturali….. Chi l’ha mai detto che abbiamo bisogno di alcohol o droghe quando basta una risata spontanea ahah 😀 Sto totalmente scrivendo a sciogliere. Qui sono le 10:37 di notte in questo momento. La mia mente inizia ad andare (bhe penso che questo si era capito 🙂 ). Spero che tanta ispirazione arrivi allora! Ammetto di avere un compito stupido in fin dei conti, una outline riguardante il 29esimo presidente degli Usa, Warren G. Harding, uno dei personaggi della lista di quelli da approfondire sugli anni 20, dataci dal professore. Piu’ dovrei prepararmi per una simulazione di un incontro ad un bar illegale di quei tempi in cui vigeva infatti la riforma della Prohibition, la quale illegalizzava l’alcohol (non e’ il massimo della spiegazione, ma a quest’orario proprio non mi va di fare lezioni di storia). Quest’ultima parte della consegna infatti mi lascia alquanto perplessa dato che non ho idea (o semplicemente continuo a procrastinare) di cosa dovrei esattamente fare. Ma non voglio commiserarmi. Era giusto per dire, per riempire quattro righe. Mi stupirei se tu lettore sia arrivato a leggere fino a questo punto, coplimenti 🙂 almeno vorra’ dire che non e’ un intervento tanto noioso quanto, in questo istante che sto scrivendo, penso che sia. Dite che trovero’ un’ispirazione? Bah spero di si. Tanto mi conosco, so che mi riduco sempre all’ultimo minuto in questo genere di cose quando sono Controvoglia. Anche se poi alla fine ne esce un bel risultato 🙂 Ma non credo che il mio futuro sia scrivere, nono. Se non e’ spontaneo non e’ arte, non e’ ispirazione, e’ non c’e’ tortura piu’ noiosa di un’ispirazione imposta. Io mi immagino alla Chris McCandless, selvaggia, me stessa… a volte vorrei scappare dalle regole della societa’… Un tempo mi sarei vista infantilista per questo. Ma ora sono cambiata… e sinceramente penso che non ci sia niente di piu’ naturale di voler fuggire da questa “gabbia” di regole che l’uomo si e’ inventato dal nulla nel corso della storia. So che senza di esse la societa’ non funzionerebbe… ma fanno per me? L’uomo e’ nato per fissarsi regole non dettate dalla natura? Tanto contro natura siamo gia’ andati alla grande. So che non si puo’ tornare indietro… a livello globale. Ma mi chiedo, a livello individuale, perche’ ormai non siamo piu’ capaci di concepire il significato della vita in modo diverso da quello che siamo abiutati a vedere? Intendo dire, sento di gente dall’altra parte dell’oceano che si suicida perche’ perde il lavoro… ma stiamo scherzando? intendo dire, mi dispiace e mi irrita il fatto di come ormai abbiamo spezzettato la nostra contabilita’ in cosi’ tante cose, che quando siamo private di esse noi non siamo piu’ niente. La vita umana e’ come un horcrux. Un pezzo di anima lo ripongo al lavoro, un pezzo alla macchina, un pezzo alla casa, un pezzo alla famiglia, un pezzo alle persone, un pezzo anche alle persone “nemiche”, un pezzo a questo, un pezzo a quello, e via dicendo….. Ma se fossimo lasciati soli con noi stessi, noi cosa siamo?? Questo e’ quello che ho imparato (e continuo ad imparare) grazie a quest’esperienza. Via dalla tua cultura, via dal tuo nucleo familiare, via dalle persone che conosci, via dai valori che conoscevi, via dalle influenze che conoscevi… Vedi altro. Ti vedi un altro. Che poi sei sempre te stesso in fondo. Pero’ ti relazioni con cose diverse, e quindi (ri)scopri diversi lati di te. Io non sono piu’ una paranoica come lo ero un tempo. Io ho semplicemente voglia di essere libera, voglia di non avere limiti…. Per questo non so come intepretare a volte i miei sentimenti di ribellioni. Se nobili o capricci. Se fossi stata quella di una volta avrei detto capricci. Perche’ io avrei sempre avuto qualcosa di storto. Ma ora sono piu’ leggera, sono alla “e chi l’ha detto??”. Chi l’ha detto che siamo nati per servire gli stati? Chi l’ha detto che dobbiamo essere tutti ordinati? Chi l’ha detto… tanti vari pensieri.

Io ormai non so come andro’ a finire. Ma in realta’ lo dico per dire. Non e’ vero. Logicamente parlando infatti, non so cosa aspettarmi dalla vita. Considerando le idee che ho per il mio futuro non so nemmeno se mi potro’ permettere di realizzare tutti i miei desideri o sogni. Non so nemmeno fino a quanto posso aspettarmi di vivere ahaha o addirittura se potro’ permettermi una famiglia. Questo perche’ , ripeto, mi immagino selvaggia alla Chris McCandless, o Alexander Supertramp. Ma alla fine e’ cosi’ che va la vita. Se ti metti a programmarla troppo metti paletti. E i paletti non vanno bene. La vita scorre come un fiume. Si adatta alle superfici in cui scorre, e continua sempre a fluire. Quindi, basta vivere il presente, al meglio, e la vita continuera’ a fluire al meglio. D’altronde, due anni fa nemmeno mi sarei mai aspettata di essere qui (negli Usa) e di fare tante di queste esperienze che ho vissuto. Quindi da qui al futuro chi lo sa!!! Ci sono sempre porte che si apriranno man mano che si va avanti. Basta che procediamo ogni giorno…

Non siamo nati per essere standardizzati.
La societa’ mi perdonera’ se mi saro’ messa a “perdere tempo” piuttosto che iniziare a sbrigarmi effettivamente la mia consegna scolastica. Ma alla fine e’ un lavoro tra tanti. Non ha importanza vitale. Just let it go with the flow. Mi piaccio di piu’ cosi’. Senza paranoie.

Non sono queste le cose veramente importanti della vita.

SI lo so la scuola serve per il futuro ed e’ giusto mettere la propria parte ogni giorno e blablabla…. credo di aver imparato questa retorica abbastanza bene ormai ( altrimenti non mi ritroverei con la media alta che mi ritrovo e vincitrice di una borsa di studio all’estero a soli 16 anni) quindi mi concedo un po’ di relax. Chi l’ha detto che siamo nati per vivere a ritmi di fabbrica?

Io non mi spavento per il lavoro. A scuola direbbero che e’ sbagliato, magari. Che bisogna attenersi alle regole o non si trova lavoro (“Se non studiate andrete a finire sotto i ponti!!!!!”). Ma diciamoci la verita’, ci dicono che dobbiamo sempre OBBEDIRE, Obbedire, obbedire. Io ho obbedito abbastanza da capire il significato della disobbedienza.

Come la descrive il Grande Henry David Thoreau “Disobbedienza Civile”…. ormai ho deciso di volermi leggere i  suoi libri.

Anche il Dalai Lama lo dice “Impara le regole per poi infrangerle appropriatamente”.

Diciamo che di regole ne ho imparate abbastanza, quindi penso di sapere come infrangerle un po’.

Ci dovrebbero essere meno regole in certe cose e piu’ individualita’. Ma l’individualita’ non aiuta l’economia. Ma l’economia non aiuta l’individualita’.

Mah inizio ad essere un po’ assonnata. I miei pensieri continuano a fluire come un fiume. Li ho scritti giusto per. Chissa se ho qualche anima pia di lettore che e’ arrivato persino fin qui. In caso…che dolce che sei sweetheart! ^.^ grazie per esserti appassionato delle mie parole. Non sai quanto apprezzo il tuo gesto. Se sei davvero arrivato fin qui allora lascia un commento! 🙂

Ora vi lascio la buonanotte al suon di pioggia che batte su queste case di carta.

Sogni non di oro, dato che ha gia’ corrotto il mondo ihih 🙂

Sogni di tanto amore universale.

Silvia  

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Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere….

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed.

Chris McCandless….Alexander Supertramp. Lived his dream. Free.  ♥

*Il Maestro autentico è Maestro di se stesso.


 Non vuole seguaci, vuole amici, compagni di viaggio, che sono pronti a essere in sintonia con il suo Cuore. * Osho
 
Come potete notare, oggi mi va di parlare un po’ dell’individualita’ di ognuno di noi, del nostro potenziale, della nostra capacita’ di stare soli con noi stessi, di saperci relazionare con il nostro Io interiore senza essere in confitto con l’esterno. Come il testo della canzone qui negli Usa abbastanza pop ultimamente,  Stronger, dice ” What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger [detto famoso], stand a little taller, DOESN”T MEAN I’M LONELY WHEN I’M ALONE”. Ecco, queste strofe sono molto significative a mio parere. Ho vissuto un sacco di tempo in solitudine personale, e cio’ che quest’esperienza mi ha insegnato e’ che il modo con cui ti relazioni con il mondo che ti circonda dipende da te. Quindi se ti senti solo, dipende solo da te. Grazie ai testi di Henry David Thoreau e di Ralph Waldo Emerson, piu’ innumerevoli pezzi di brani di autori e filosofi che ho letto e ricercato ho capito l’importanza dell’individuo.
Ci tengo a postarne inoltre un altro molto bello:
“Poiché io sono il tuo vero Istruttore, il solo che tu conoscerai sempre, il solo Maestro; io, il tuo Sé divino.
Io, il tuo Io sono, ti reco questo mio messaggio, la mia vivente parola, come ti ho portato ogni cosa in vita, libro o «maestro», povertà o ricchezza, amara esperienza o amore, allo scopo di insegnarti che io, io solo, il tuo vero Sé, sono il tuo istruttore; il solo istruttore e il solo Dio, che provvede e ha sempre provveduto a te, non solo il pane e il vino della vita, ma anche tutto ciò che occorreva al tuo mantenimento e al tuo sviluppo fisico, mentale e spirituale. Perciò, quello che fa appello a te mentre leggi è il mio messaggio, dettato alla tua coscienza umana esterna dal di dentro, ed è solo una conferma di ciò che l’Io sono di te sempre seppe interiormente, ma che non aveva ancora tradotto in termini ben definiti alla tua coscienza esterna. Così pure tutto ciò che sempre fece appello a te, venendo da qualche espressione esterna, non era che la conferma della mia parola già pronunziata dentro di te; quell’espressione esterna era il canale, il mezzo da me scelto in quel momento per impressionare la tua coscienza umana.
Ma io non sono la tua mente umana, né il figlio suo, l’intelletto: essi sono soltanto l’espressione del tuo essere, come tu sei l’espressione del mio essere; essi sono soltanto fasi della tua personalità umana, come tu sei una fase della mia divina impersonalità.
Pesa e studia attentamente queste parole.
Sorgi e liberati per sempre dal dominio della tua personalità, con la tua mente e il suo intelletto così gonfi ed esaltati di se stessi; poiché la tua mente, d’ora innanzi, deve essere la tua serva e l’intelletto il tuo schiavo, se vuoi che la mia parola penetri nella coscienza dell’anima tua. “  
Conte di Saint-Germain 
Le mie fonti provengono a 99% da Internet, di cui benedico l’esistenza.
Un ringraziamento indiretto a tutte le pagine fb da cui traggo questi spunti per i miei articoli su questo blog.
Silvia
 

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