Unfortunately,one gets used to everything.
Both depression and happiness.Even nonsense, poverty and hunger,arrogance, hypocrisy...everything.
He is accustomed to doctors who get inflated sachets to operate the dying and the former ministers that used to drive with fake billboards. He is accustomed to seeing the destruction of society and to remain silent and absent.
He is accustomed to seeing the dead multiply around him.Others from cold or hunger or desperation.And he does nothing.
Oh my god…
You are accustomed to your self-destruction.And you become one with the mob.
When you can not get used to it, you're more upset, more unhappy, this place does not fit you, you want to leave, to disappear.
It is better to be unconscious; to say,what the heck?will I change the world
It is better to distract or whine than to ask for more trouble and problems.It is better to bury your sensitivity, to die slowly, day by day, hour by hour ...
The habit, as convenient as it may be, destroys inch by inch your sensitivity.How much security can you really find in this creation that is so rapidly changing? How much can the alertness and sensitivity develop into this virtual security? How much of the whole can you perceive without sensitivity?Illusion and delusion. That’s your life. Everything quickly becomes a habit, even your hypocrisy that you no longer see as hypocrisy but as truth.
And then comes boredom and futility and you do not understand why.The lack of meaning for life. Because the habit,the constant repetition of the same and same things,restrict this inconceivable phenomenon that we call life and degenerate into something small, unimportant and unworthy. Something meaningless.
In your life as you made it.
In life as you perceive it with your myopic vision
Fear, grief, guilt,vanity ... this carnival has some reason.But no one answered... because he will never be able to soothe the roughness of remembering your pain.He will not be able to explain how you could and you have tossed away so many days of your life.
Life itself took them back.And what left you truly? How much did you love?How many times have you forgotten the excuses and overtaken your human nature?How many times have you lost your breath?How many times have you sacrificed your ego for the general good?
If all this sounds to you irrationally it does not matter.It's the habit that consumed you. Tomorrow is unfortunately not going to be in your favor.It has never been given to anyone.Never to an unconscious person. More than just give you a few more days to spoil yourself. And it's that habit that is killing the sensitivity.
Watch her as much as you can. Life without sensitivity is dead life.Caution means consciousness.To be totally sensitive means to be totally alive.This is true life and not the life that is being sold at the bazaars of the society we have created.
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