Why are we afraid of real emotion?

Actually I meant to write a longer post about this particular topic today, but I kind of got discouraged wondering what´s the point of putting my insights together, when people would hardly admit the significance of my question, when very few – if any – would bother to listen and pay attention to this important matter…

But – as it happens – one Romanian reader contacted me tonight and her very first question to me was – believe it or not  - “why are we afraid of our feelings?”

It was the first time we ever talked, so I kind of remained without words, totally bewildered by this incredible synchronicity… –  it was exactly what my post was about!!

It means that yes…! There is value in my writing this –  it´s as if Life has me utter all these uncomfortable questions:

WHY ARE WE AFRAID TO FEEL?  WHY DOES REAL PASSION SCARE US ? WHY ARE WE AFRAID AND ASHAMED TO LIVE AND SHOW OUR REAL EMOTIONS?

Why are we systematically avoiding these questions?

Start asking other questions

It may sound preposterous, but if we really want a change within us and around us in the world, we have to start posing other questions.
Yes, different, – at times – uncomfortable questions, questioning our own conduct, and others´ way of considering us.

Many times I feel insecure, as I formulate really bearing questions, which are most of the times ignored. I am tempted to think that “ok, there was no further meaning with my questions”, but then I happen to bump into a quote – as I did the other day with Albert Camus – which actually confirms that no!!… my questions were not superfluous, on the contrary, they were meaningful and life-giving.

It is so rare indeed, to meet clear-minded, attentive people, who are not shying to be there, to listen carefully, and give a proper sensible answer.

Usually we treat the good as we treat the bad… – with the same disinterest and indifference. We don´t immerse in anything really, we rush to the next chapter, – whatever that would be – not having a clue to where we are in the story, not knowing even what the actual story is.
We are so crazy so we don´t even want to know about anything any longer. If this is not the worse kind of neurosis, I don´t know what is…

The bad news is this:

WE ARE AFRAID TO POSE QUESTIONS, BECAUSE WE ALREADY HAVE THE ANSWERS. But we fake we don´t know them.

It is a crazy hide and seek game: I shun to ask questions in order not to be too overwhelmed by the answers I already have…This is either sheer stupidity or pure madness – or both…

I really wonder about how mentally healthy the average man is these days.

It appears that the lunatics pretend – and even believe in due time – to have all the answers, in order to avoid any uncomfortable questions that could undermine their perception.

Consequently,  in order to show a saner version of this world, we have to be like kids again, start bombarding everybody with existential questions, not giving in before we get a real answer.

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