We hate to admit it, but life is made of crisis. By crisis I mean a huge range of conditions where 'our success' disappears, our 'roles' in society ruin, our own 'body' becomes a stranger, and 'our' itself sounds ridicule. We then sense how crucial it is to refocus, amplify our horizon, elevate our thoughts, really see beyond and, especially, make ties anew, stronger.
Just because of this new predisposition, however, we get emotionally hurt much more easily and thus become averse to risking exposing ourselves to others. We naturally refuse to believe crisis is among us as much as we refuse not to believe so. Is it correct to say we are confused? If it is correct, we deny it anyway.
We are tempted, still, to make plans for when the crisis is over - very soon. We put up a huge wall made of promises, prayers, and, worse of all, lots of certainties. Crisis must be in the past, never in the future, and just for a 'little while', unfortunately, in the present.
But... didn't I say life is made of crisis?
Mariangela Pedro08/12/2011
