Friday, November 12, 2010

What Kind Of Gun Does Rhianna Have Tattoed?



I believe that human beings are often not up to their ideals and feelings that say they have. And when this happens a bit 'I get nervous, because people who should be mature you would not expect some immature behavior, and a bit' but I am laugh, laugh of scorn, of disgust, sadness and laugh a laugh that tries to play down the seriousness and the absurdity of the thing. But what I mean by this expression? Certainly nothing new, because it is something as old as man, but it is also something that I never wanted to learn to tolerate. But I want to explain.
Wherever any man fills her mouth with big words on personal ideals to which claims to be true: every man will say that his idea of \u200b\u200blove and that the respective at any cost, says that betrayal is a bad thing , which will be ready to swear to think twice before deceiving someone and make him love him ... and crap like that. But things are different. Are too few people who say they have principles and then really respect them. The common reality is another, yes men of ideals, and respect them too ... but on condition that this does not cost them too much effort ! Emotional fatigue, especially.
In times of euphoria you are ready to swear to everything, we became convinced that to be well and good that will last forever, you are sure to be strong enough, it is certain that things go wrong, that the relationship will never end, we tend to ignore completely the concept of risk and danger ... and so on, without thinking twice, he dives in human relations forgetting that little thing called "prudence" or "self-respect, and make promises of fidelity, it is said to love someone, you believe in love, you autoconvince even love someone madly, and of course you start to change their lives according to these "vague hints but beautiful."
But then the euphoria passes (because mettiamocelo in mind: even the euphoria passes!), The sense of fading pink, back to reality and we become account that it has ceased to be hard and require effort and sacrifice to make this fit our potentially beautiful life. Or happen to know someone better and begin to see things that before he had tolerated a bit 'too (why would not tolerate dirty meaning to our own eyes the beautiful image that we had made that person) ... And what happens? It is a moment: a moment we put ourselves back in a bad mood, to be angry with the world, to feel victims of an unjust fate that rages against us (we blame Fate, totally abstract concept, but to find a scapegoat) There goes the desire to do things and we are beautiful and ready to send everything to hell.
This is also the man, this creature that inhabits the Earth for several thousand years, and although it was capable of great things in the course of its history, has not yet been able to learn After centuries and centuries, sometimes his perception dee things is much more impaired than you think and, therefore, what he thinks he knows it is much further from reality than a mere error of assessment. Really it is paradoxical that a lifetime is not enough for a single person or thousands of years of evolution for the species as a whole, to take the lead in the motherfuckin concept that not everything to prove what we feel is reliable and that the mere fact that it is nice not having such means and thus safe for us!
Many of the things we are sure we hear are just a way of our unconscious mind to resolve the conflicts that we have inside, mostly emotional, involuntary way to satisfy desires that might never made not have anything to do with the thing that we are interested in, and so we should be careful to make sure that what we hear is true, but we do not. It costs too much! And the consequences are always the same, banal as to be banal sa Ezio Greggio telling jokes in the opening a Striscia la Notizia , predictable as an equation of first degree unknown. And what are these consequences? You'd wake up one morning and realize you still want to run away, even if we towed the person to whom the night before we said "I love you! I'm in love, I'm sure! "; Happens we begin to feel the empty space around and within us and then bringing people believe they are born friendships or love affairs, when in fact it is only our inner self that cries because he has nothing to cling, as the reality around us has disappointed us, it happens that you betray the person you love, because we believe that not give us enough (sometimes True, but no remains justified the act), when very often we do not want, or worse, we do not know receive affection from those around us, why receive affection is not a passive act, where enough cash fuss and phrases sweet, but an awareness and a responsibility that must be treated with care and respect, which then requires our attention, our sincerity, continuous care; happens that runs away looking for other places, or other knowledge, preferably also physically distant as if the worst people are only in our country. But everywhere, then, let's try the same sense of lack of fulfillment, since men are distributed in evenly on the face of the Earth and escape from our own prejudices is like trying to sow the seeds of its own shadow.
I am using "we", but I - let me - I do not feel part of this way of life, even despise him with all my might. It makes me shudder, it makes me pity and not because I have the presumption to live better than others, but only because I know I do "at least" pay attention to what goes on inside me. But why do people do this? Because after the first (reasonable) wrong, you do not learn a few lessons to draw from the facts that happen? How is it that has not been able to read within himself and be able to recognize what is a real feeling of a fleeting desire for affection and frivolous stage -holes that should stop the emptiness of their souls? After all just be honest with themselves, at least with yourself!
me be frank: I appreciate a lot more people who claim immediately want to treat others badly, starting with the intent to exploit the next to make ourselves comfortable, but then their this really respect their ideal, rather than those cowards who say they want the true love and then put the first difficulty horns left and right (because at that time were weak: poor), or dragging behind friendships that are already finished for years for an interminable time, or who are full of lies to themselves that the person they love is the right one just because they admit the truth is something that would put them in front of the the bitter realization that they have failed and that, therefore, could Do it again yet.
is why I believe that man is not up to its ideals. For these reasons and many more. We all make mistakes, it is true, but it makes no sense to repeat the same mistakes forever and then have the gall to complain that things do not go as we would in our emotions! I find it ridiculous! It seems to me that you recite the parties, scripts, as if he could do without, as if we did not have control over our actions. But the ideals are just that: to guide our actions! ideals are our reference points , we must avoid making arguments from scratch every time we live in a situation and we now suggest the best thing possible for us at that time. And they must be respected, noble or not they are! But nothing. Why? What kind of hypocrisy is this? Poor things trivial! They react like little children whose reactions are elementary and do not have the slightest ability to recognize their true emotions.
But fortunately, a lot of garbage, which in the past I have personally had to leave, there are individuals who I fall in love with their manners and outlook on life. Yes, it's a comfort! And it is a comfort to the fact that the other side of those miserable without interiority then suffer every day the bitter consequences of their ridiculous way of life, because nature has its own justice: everyone has what he deserves! And not because it is the right thing (Nature has no concept of right), but because everything requires the constant presence of a balance and do not escape this rule. So, keep well your ways of making vain and pathetic, dear heart sloth, suffer all that you deserve to suffer: I I'm happy. And, yes, I am pleased that my sadism!


These have no hope of death
and their blind life is so low,
that 'I am envious of every other fate.
fame of the world will let them not endure;
mercy and justice disdain them:
not speak of them, but look and pass.

(Dante Alighieri, Inferno , III, 46-51)

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