Strange situations often proclaim
strange efforts. What is it holding us together in this way too fast driven
world, just prior to World War III? Yes it may sound melodramatic, but do we
ever have the common feeling of fear because of political responsibilities
around us or do we focus just because of seeing the world losing its mind on
more inter-human relations and begin to respect our old values once more? How can we know that words given today
will still count tomorrow? Where is stability – who will give it and what
remains? Safety stays a
non-explainable construction of simple human trust, a function we often aren’t
even able no more to see in those who stand right next and close to ourselves. So what happens when we lose ourselves,
forgetting about the little wonder we are? Who is there to remind us where to
find us again, who we are? Who is the one behind us all the way giving us that
important feeling of security? Nevertheless what we call safety today is nothing
but the boundaries which once were unknown frontiers, so must we learn to leave,
it doesn’t matter how frightened we are, the safe harbor as a simple
consequence that ships were meant to sail the sea?
I sometimes wonder if it is really
too much to ask for receiving a feeling of sureness. People nowadays seem to
forget that even though we live with constant non-binding nature what sometimes
helps is to think oneself safe however someway we aren’t capable to evoke this
particular state of affairs. As a consequence we feel like manic-depressives –
way up high, way down low, never sure what we should, will or do have to feel
and so we seek refuge in old habits, hoping to maintain the unaffected. But can
we expect promises to be kept?
Maybe again the support we might
need is nothing but the feeling of having a home, that place which will be
there for us it doesn’t matter which adventures life held for us, the blanket
of our lives, because anyway all we need is crutch to think oneself safe.
And in the end we are nothing but
guests of subsistence, like travelers between stop one and two – if we want
safeness we have to search it in ourselves.
Cheers
Lorax
