2020 has started as a roller coaster of catastrophic events, hasn´t it?
Now all disasters are passing like a parade one by on inside my head. God knows how many times I have put myself inside that plane as it was hit and started to fall...
Days that earthquakes and floods have lost their terrific effect. We are number and number hearing the News. People in masks, in Quarantine, prisoned at their own houses.
We feel guilty thinking about our personal lives´issues, they seem so unimportant, so little, thinking about survival. Just survive and you are luckier than thousands of others who didn't.
Why am I vomiting all these hopeless thoughts here, I´m just trying to catch them, like a fisherman catching fast passing fish, I am just trying to write them down, in a hope that they lose their power, they became part of history, part on memory and tomorrow when I read these lines, everything would be ok and the world would be more peaceful.
“…it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life — daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct.”
What can I do for life, for the being? What life does expect me to do?
