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?
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.