The search for a new reality
“When reality becomes unbearable, fiction is a refuge. A refuge for the sad, the nostalgic and the dreamers”
Mario Vargas Llosa 1936-2025
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Today, the starting point for my reflection is this sentence by the Peruvian writer, essayist and politician.
Is this the path we seek when reality becomes too strange to accept as such?
The pain we feel on a daily basis as a result of injustices and unprovoked wars leads us to look for an escape point. An escape. A way out that doesn't compromise our very existence, which is already diminished and reduced only to the desire to see a different daybreak.
Fortunately, I've never had to go through such a traumatic experience that led me to create an alternative reality. I've been through rough patches in my life, like practically every living being my age, but nothing that would make me force myself out of a reality that is too painful to accept.
As for feelings, they are nothing more than sensations that we have in us in response to an internal or external signal that makes us feel that way.
Every day we always want to have the remote control of our emotions in our hand. Or if the remote control is passed on to someone else, at least someone we trust. We often think we know people, until a less pleasant situation comes our way.
No response. And often without energy, we don't bother to rationalize what is actually happening, and we end up giving in emotionally. Something that happens that we weren't expecting ends up unfolding and triggering a myriad of sensations.
We must be able to see beyond what's in front of us, that's true. But what if there's no way to see beyond misfortune or pain? I often imagine myself living in a different part of the world. A place where there is war, famine or disease... Is it possible to be happy there?
What does happiness really depend on? It's more than a momentary sensation that comes from feeling that our pyramid of needs has been met on the spot. There is no such thing as perpetual happiness. Nor can it. But is perpetual unhappiness real? Can someone suffer so much and for so long that they think there's nothing better than to stop suffering from one moment to the next? It's a tough question that many of us have experienced, in more or less close groups, from people who have ended their own existence.
But this only leads to the suffering being transferred to others around them. Not in the way he or she felt it, but in the way others will feel it because of their departure.
Thank you for the attention on this small daily reflection.
Happy Easter
Cheers🍀
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