I'm Alive

Redefine your foundations on which you base your approach to life, so as to be at peace with yourself.

I am caught in a sort of unknown fear and at the same time, a sort of contagious admiration, the expression of a moral conflict between the domination of the ever so tense Ego and the ever so passionate writing, unable to tell if, by any chance, I received a certain gift from nature that gives me the ability to modify or destroy the truth with which I am burdened to live for all my life.

The essence of my virtues (discipline, concentration, self-control and temperance) included in this escape of the mind from reality, always fueled by new discoveries and maintained within the limits of expressive formulations, helps me to accept myself as I am, contributing to the willful acceptance of my personality in a space of uniqueness called Limenilodhis (the brilliance of a secret writing).

This thing with the truth, passion, actions and their effects combined, of which I am afraid will propagate towards an intense state of love and gratitude, all of them taken as a form of reaction to the duties of existence, lead to two systems of equations that allow the determination of the values of the intensities of my participation to the causality of an escape from the comfort zone. Which, the more comfortable it is, the harder it is to abandon.

Are you in a position to consider yourself more than you are in a context that demands the application of a Creator’s vision beyond the grandiose impact of a coming from non-being?

I write about myself not because I am passionate about the adventure of knowledge experiencing the unique learning experiences in an experimental space of pure thought, accepting everything that goes through my head as the sum of universally valid truths, but because knowing far enough from the point of view of philosophy I manage to translate myself into a Papus, whose words are worth remembering:

“When a man thinks he knows something and considers himself an equal to the gods, working only for his personal salvation and retreating to an ivory tower to purify himself, he receives nothing, for he has everything he needs for to be great and spiritual.”

The man caught in this trap of systems with different potential for predominance, a moral one that begins with the belief in himself, and an imaginative one otherwise born from a desire, is looking for a middle ground on the threshold of a desperate choice, a relevant qualcos'altro within a variable time frame. That is why I have sometimes decided to fill my writing space with some light reflections, such as: “what I say is echoed only in the world of those who believe in stories that clarify the vision of a Creator, beyond the curtain of time, beyond the purity of the line and of the drawing, beyond the grandiose impact of an advancement coming from the non-being”.

An advancement into non-being is a perception of the self in a parallel universe, like when you say magic words without anyone hearing you, or when you write about something that no one else sees but you.

Like a painter determined to destroy all canvases ever painted only to start over again, he doesn’t stop pressing harder and harder the most sensitive point, the content of a written page, contemplating the beauty of a scene from nature. Completely, he is caught in his own revisionism, the redefining act of the fundamentals on which he based his approach to life.

Do you always return to that "point of intersecting meanders" where you must always be a contributor in order to truly say: I’m alive from the perspective of creation shaped by the labour of a life full of Ego structures?

But what cannot be seen, cannot be imagined and it not disclosed, in the case of these systems of equations with a single variable of support – the endless satisfaction of hitting Replay on your own performance, is the fact that outside of all of these something else exists, of a bigger importance. Namely, the ambition of finding myself, like between pliers, in the matrix of a polishing of the performance with which I tend to accommodate.

Permanence is the relentless human condition of educating yourself, with the purpose of understanding and accepting yourself the way you are. Permanence is the culmination of the art of living according to the quality and calling you have, a point where you don’t have to always be a contributor unless you have a use, only if your moral duty always passes by.

My supreme ego tells me that I can be more than a creator, that I can be the imagination of an unusual writing. At the opposite pole, my ego tormented IN CUGERO tells me to stay with my feet on the ground. So, my quality as a contributor to achieving and satisfying a fullness of the meaning of life, by discovering and including certain truths of foundation in the relationship with what is happening to me, aims at that colossal effort I make to be at peace with myself.

The revealer of truths of foundation of life, the moment he will be asked to be a leader, will turn the horizon of self-experience into a sort of assumption of a distinction between what happens to him and what depends on him to change.

Do you reveal your creation of being reconciled with yourself by virtue of the awareness of the uniqueness of finding new correspondences of life that allow you to permanently have new experiences, again and again, always in comparison with “a weapon of seduction”?

A confession of Miranda Grey from the work of John Fowles strengthens my belief that in order to have a purpose in life it is not enough to be good at something, but to always turn that something into a different experience of expression, of freedom, an exceptional show, otherwise, you will be stuck in routine. Which does not necessarily require a deep emotional involvement.

"I fell asleep under the trees and when I woke up and glimpsed among the leaves the cobalt-blue sky and thought about how impossible it was to paint certain things. How could it have been possible to find a shade of blue that could convey the vivid and bright intensity of the sky? I suddenly felt that I no longer wanted to pain, because painting meant to showboat, that the only thing that truly matters is to live, to always live new experiences, again and again, always."

Superiority, that leadership often denounces, is the consequence of an excess of attitude.

And an excess of attitude imposed by the acceptance of an experience of freedom in creation, to a man devoted to a certain occupation, is the unconventional way of showing himself as being strong in the face of life, with the awareness of that return – again and again, always – towards what matters, towards what makes him good and responsible, towards that point where he must always be a contributor in order to be able to truly say: I’m alive.

The weapon of the seduction of a creator, the most productive direction of his nature, is dedicated to revealing new life experiences passed through the setting of a reality that can unexpectedly become unpredictable, exceeding any power of understanding, any imitation of our times.

I’m Alive is the motto of a man who tries to free himself of that burden of regrets and of the feeling of being helpless in the face of the ephemeral character of things and life in general. Creation, deepening into a reality that goes beyond the competences of ordinary human reason, is the only way to feel that you are living in full agreement with your own nature, with your own judgments, with your own vision, with your own conscience.

A man who says with all his heart: I’m alive, is the one who turns life itself into a lesson of consciousness – of being a world full of options for yourself. A world that depends on truth, passion, actions and their combined effects, all of them taken as forms of reaction to the duties of existence, propagated towards an intense state of love and gratitude.