wanting to imagine a place I can think of no place, a state suspended between the real el'inesistente, fleeting as a mirage, as the dream of Neverland, but there is. A chimera
would think, but I do not think so.
freedom exists, however, as the happiness, contentment, serenity and so is not, and probably impossible even to think of it, a permanent condition.
half of what surrounds us, and perhaps even more, is beyond our control and determines much of what we will be forced to live. We do not choose where, how and by whom to be born.
our hands are tied behind his back for a multitude of actions and thoughts that relate to other humans with whom we share this world. We are mostly unable to oppose acts of nature and fate of various kinds. We are obliged, if we choose to live in the community, a set of duties and responsibilities that eat most of our time and our energies. We are short, fairly punished and held in a corner of what we are used to define "social context". And now just narrowing it down to these few thoughts I get anxiety, I feel very little freedom and a sense of restraint pervades me. I was born a prisoner in the walls have not seen. Walls will be built around me that I frequently do not belong, by education, a religion, a collective opinion which may be blind, deaf and mute to my needs or desires. Victim and then the architects of my destiny, or so it seems. But if there is the perception of the walls, there is also one of those walls and beyond what I've brought freedom to define.
Ed io posso raggiungere questo luogo usando ciò che è più difficile imprigionare ossia il mio pensiero. E’ l’uso del pensiero a rendermi libera ogni qual volta io lo decida. E non è un caso che sia proprio sul pensiero che si esercitano le più grandi pressioni sociali. Tuttavia io posso oltrepassare qualunque muro, scivolare tra le più strette sbarre, vedere la luce di un magnifico sole nella più buia galera, o provare la sensazione di correre anche quando questo sia impedito al mio corpo. Posso divellere un pregiudizio dalla mia testa, oltrepassare i confini di un luogo comune, scegliere con il cuore un amico, con il buon senso un maestro di vita. Posso ricordare, rivivere, sognare e fantasticare, posso ideare e create what does not yet exist, and each of these options opens the door to further my feelings that can take me anywhere or make me feel close to anyone. Perhaps freedom can not exist as we would like. Six billion people are a bit 'too much to delude ourselves to build a world where you can be permanently free. There will always be a part of humanity that I want a slave, just as there will be some who will try, and maybe that will fail to make me free from the limits and dangers. But all this belongs to the will of others and not mine. My immense power and what it allows me to take refuge in the privacy of my riflessioni, o di volare con la forza di un’idea oltre ogni moltitudine umana. La libertà è una condizione interiore ed il viaggio per raggiungerla è sempre e soltanto un viaggio dentro noi stessi. Molti lo sanno, ma quanti sono capaci di passare dal concetto teorico all’applicazione concreta sentendosi liberi anche quando nella percezione comune non lo sono?
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