Have you ever been mad at someone, so mad that you feel obsessed with that person? You end up analyzing all their flaws and convincing yourself that they are the most despicable beings in the universe?
Our parents, grandparents and elders were recently called “not essential to the productive effort of our Country” by the President of my region, Liguria. I believe that this question is not even part of the political debate between right and left wing. It is, instead, a moral issue…
I always thought that the phrase “Do not give pearls to swine” is an extremely classist sentence. How come that Jesus, the man who preached unconditional love for one’s neighbour, gives such inflexible advice?
The other day I was talking with a colleague about the number of women we know who have told us about some type of physical or mental abuse they suffered and we got to the conclusion that they are much more than it would be expected in a modern twenty-first century society.
When Chiara came back from Thailand she gave me a little Ganesh statue. This figure of a human body with elephant head sitting in a jolly and relaxed position on a lotus pedestal captivated me immediately.
“Come there, there’s a path in the forest, I know its name, do you want to know it too?” It’s an old song that my mother often sang while doing the chores… today I had that tune in my head and the more I sang it, the more I realized that reaching higher consciousness is like entering a path in the dark forest and, step by step, getting to a clearing.
Credo che sia ora di finirla con la storia che il Coronavirus ci renderà migliori. Pensare che un qualsiasi fattore esterno, positivo o negativo, renderà tutti più buoni, generosi, empatici o altruisti a prescindere è una sonora scemenza.
Years ago life took its toll on me. It happens to everyone sooner or later, we all make choices: divorces, demanding jobs, long periods of poorly managed stress. My annus horribilis came in the form of a divorce, a very young girl I had to raise on my own and another romantic relationship that ended almost before even starting….
We are all dreaming to have our pre-pandemic life back as soon as possible, with our stressful timetables, our intense social life and the freedom to get a beer with our friends in a bar.
I noticed that this pandemic caused a return to symbols that are typical of deep social crisis like national flags hanging on windows or the use of wartime vocabulary. We will resist, we will succeed, Italy is a great Country, we will emerge stronger than before, we have to fight the virus.