It Is Not Surprising to See an Innumerable…

It is not surprising to see an innumerable collection of unsuccessful relationships in literature, since that is the natural path in life. What is perhaps curious is the ingenuity of certain artists in portraying the reasons for the inevitable end, when everything usually happens in banal succession. Ah, Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, you misogynists! A relationship ends when the cycle of dissatisfaction begins. The first sign of this is the end, and it does not take a philosopher to see why. The nature of the dissatisfied side is invincible, invincible. No matter the circumstances, the past, the length of the relationship: once the innate tendency is manifested, the end is guaranteed. Because once experienced, dissatisfaction may cease momentarily, but it will come back to destroy. It is like the wild feline that tastes human flesh for the first time: from that moment on, its anthropophagic appetite will never leave it.

During the Routine, It Is Difficult…

During the routine, it is difficult to remember the exceptional. To remember it, the mind seems to require silence and solitude. So it easily forgets it, and if it does not make a daily effort to preserve its image, it only becomes aware of it in unexpected, detached, disconnected moments, wasting the bulk of the benefits of its perception. But it is fortunate that the memory comes back and generates a new surprise: in this way the hope is renewed that, this time, it will not be allowed to fade away.

Much of the Real Awkwardness…

Much of the real awkwardness to which man submits is eliminated as soon as he learns to say no. Because, in short, embarrassment is nothing more than an inner protest, it is the inner self expressing disagreement with external conditions, remorse for the “no” swallowed. Anyone who betrays himself experiences it. In this sense, it is better to be crazy and have the courage to assume oneself, firmly denying everything that does not suit.

It Is Difficult to Imagine a Prolonged State…

It is difficult to imagine a prolonged state in which the personality is not disturbed by conflicting elements. Such disturbances, whether external or internal, cannot be totally overcome. What they can is to be tolerated, analyzed and absorbed. And the personality is made by what remains after confronting them. If we think about it for a moment, it can sometimes be indignant to realize that the shock is often gratuitous and damaging. But then we realize that personality is an effort, and we see the merit in persisting in its depuration.