Thoughts about changing, life, and whatever comes to mind.
Today Tianjin suffered of a terrible explosion.
It’s not clear yet the reason, I suppose just lack of security, but the thing is: things like this shouldn’t happen.
The explosion was so huge and devastating, it was terrifying.
The video of it already went viral, but we can’t do a thing about the real problem.
I am really sad for the chinese people and hope they will soon find a way to fix this kind of problems before the grow even more.
I don’t think I am in the position to say this, I’m not over sadness, anger, and whatever negative altered state of the mind.
But there’s one thing I eventually figured out.
Life is a complex thing. It’s a mix of good and bad news, and you can’t avoid the bad ones. In fact they are part of the journey.
Living through the bad news is part of how we define ourself.
The choices we make based on our reactions will change us deeper than we think.
This is life, it’s not an easy game, it’s not a game for everyone, and it’s easy to feel lost, because no one can give you an advice.
Personally I always try to use the worst case scenario to put things in perspective.
For example: compare the bad things you had today with the war, the dying of all your dears, a natural catastrophe.
Your daily bad news will likely seem unimportant, and in fact they are unimportant.
In 10 years from now these fight will be forgotten, this moments of anger won’t be remembered.
I remember that when I was a child I used spend some days into the house of a dear friend.
He was living near the Cinque terre, in italy, a beautiful place.
I remember the smell of lemons his mother planted outside and their wonderful taste when I used them into the morning tea.
But there’s one teaching of those days that stayed with me for a much longer time.
I was wearing a men necklace those days, and one day it was all tangled up.
I was fighting to get that necklace into place when his mother came up to me and helped me untangle it.
While her hands slowly found the trick of the necklace she told me “the secret is to go slow. You have the urgency to do it fast, but in fact to untangle it you have to do it slowly”.
That was probably my first contact with my somewhat loved world of zen.
I am not specifically talking about the whole ideology but the approach.
A slow, kind, approach to the world.
Even though I’m not always following this lifestyle, this is somewhat my main track now, something I love.
And the nice thing about that phrase she said was that I could apply it for every single action of my life.
Every time I find myself learning something really complex I feel like there’s a learning wall that I’m supposed to pass but I can’t just move over it.
It’s hard, it the step toward learning that’s this hard, and it feels really frustrating because it seems like I’ve got no power or skills every single time.
This is the price to pay to move forward.
The news in the media are easy to share.
Right now many news are click-bait, and on social you find sharing an event with an unmatched easiness.
These days a news about a musician being fined because he started mounting his equipment 10 minutes before his time.
This has happened on pontevecchio, Florence.
The man had a contract that stated he could use that zone only after a specific time, and he came early, 10 minutes, and started mounting, then he got fined.
From the outside, it seem unfair. He’s paying the bills, he is a good man, he didn’t exaggerate the anticipation (we are talking of just 10 minutes, right?).
So, all in all I thought it was a bit unfair, until a friend of mine noted that he, after all, infringed a law and therefore he needed to pay.
That, after 12 years that no problem ever arise, now it has happened, so there must be a reason behind it. A reason we don’t know because the news doesn’t include this info.
This reason is the other side of the story, the part that we don’t know.
Many times both publicly and privately we know only a part of the story, the part that’s been told, and we fail to desire to discover the other side of the moon, the dark one, the one that doesn’t get the attention because it might clear up it all.
We prefer the fiction over the harsh reality.
Come on, give me the chills 