The Road To Hell (I)

The way you treat what happens in your life has as a consequence your condition from the moment immediately following the occurrence of a change of reality that no one recognizes.

Sometimes I think of myself as a world trapped between the past moment of a lost life, full of things that eternity does not recall, and the intuitive activation of a hopeful dream that repeats itself constantly without my realizing what, without seeing its spiritual significance. The only work of art that honors my sublime journey on a rainy autumn evening is the result of experiences equivalent to prayer before the great events of an ephemeral existence.

A world that comes, a world that leaves, two images superimposed in a noisy real are imagined from the high point of the occasional adventurer, meant to express a categorical rupture between the last conclusions before a final tour of the speed records and the value of an initiation in the intrigue of a concentrated narrative along a fictional present. The magical breath of the present moment is the movement of the steering wheel towards the outside of the turn and the push of the throttle in suitable doses.

A poetic delusion or a passing dream? With responsibility, I have to embrace any part of the events that I am attempting with or without the Lord’s permission, as if I were subordinate to a generous game of fantasy that dispensed with the conformism of a seated, quiet and plain world. I travel further to an undefined and intangible horizon, due to a dream centered on reflections on life and art, on a path of pure reason, but which begins with an unclear question: “why me specifically, in a place called the Lost World”?

Undoubtedly, however, I have the evidence of the privileged streetlight experience, frequent changes in speeds, which help me know the true structure of the most important things in a lifetime displayed in the mirrors of the immediate reality.

Leadership: Do you have the ability to experience contradictory states and to experience high-engagement experiences within a narrative that is being disintegrated under the pressure of a reality that looks above what an ordinary mind can do with the comfortable world of symbols?

The car is not a mere means of locomotion, but the expression of the power of representing a more vivid, more alert, more evolved, more disturbing reality, trying to test a time of a life filled with adrenaline, enabling a belonging to a complex mental structure. When you find yourself in a strange world and try to dampen its means of making you a prisoner, it would be useful to remind yourself of the idea that the artist must paint what he sees in a continuous movement to capture the world in which the narrative seems to continue life itself.

The Road To Hell captures the melancholy of the predestination of an insider who does not dare rise against his fatal destiny, the continuing pain of man in the face of a hostile world, in his uneasiness pendulating between doubts and certainties. At the same time, through any intersection, the road can mark the struggle for a great symbol of faith, an attempt to get out of the maze of so many contradictory states.

On the trunk of aspiration, a whole pathos linked to a utopian initiative of change, an escape from a used-up time and space, the branches of fearless sensibility, woven into the will of a moment of abandonment, stimulating germs of uncertainty in front of a dark horizon. Finally, there is the freedom beyond the barriers of the present moment.

Leadership: Can you identify that differentiating element that inspires your state from the moment you make a change in the story of reality you have never said before?

The cause of any contest with yourself in a time of no one is the run from a life and a world that you no longer see the point of. Beyond any reasonable doubt, my escape in one way or another, the way I go from one world to another, always generating a new atmosphere filled with lost human figures, falls into the nerve of the most vehemently unleashed affections and passions.

Everything seems to have started from the thoughts of a mind desperate for strong sensations, from a change of depth produced in an overflow of lyrical accords, but in which the deepest nostalgia of the beginning and the end of a story with a police intrigue reigns, you feel constantly in a state of alert.

My life is not a composition that gives the impression that it is pursuing an imaginary story, but it is the suspenseful imaginary story itself that mingles with the troubled story of the real present. The fantasy that binds me to the reality of a concrete experience belongs to the excitement to start bold actions, the determination to start on unpredictable paths.

A differentiating element that inspires my state from the moment of a change in the story of the reality I have never said before is the feeling of “high” that does not require salvation, being explained as a break from the past and as an incursion into a possible imaginary of all possibilities.

Leadership: Can you fully assume the degree of uncertainty in front of an impetus that depends on past experience in managing life situations without becoming a prisoner of consciousness that strives to reason before fantasy?

Whoever dares to pass in my place would have been entitled to experience an unpredictable abundance of situations in which the deformation or overstimulation of a fragment of the most palpable reality applies, looking at everything from the point of view of the emotions that you are experiencing only in the face of an unexpected decision. Somehow, I seem to experience the same situation that Humbert Humbert passed from the novel “Lolita”:

So I turned, passing on the left side of the road, checked my mood and found it good. I had the pleasant feeling of an inner dissolution, with diffuse tactile elements, amplified by the thought that, going on the opposite lane, I was fantastically approaching the elimination of the basic laws of physics. In a way, it was a metaphysical anxiety. I was going forward on the eccentric face of the mirror, quiet, dreamlike, no more than twenty miles an hour. Traffic was low. The cars passing me would brutally honk. The automobiles that were coming towards me were hesitant, turned suddenly and cried with terror. I soon found out that I was approaching populated areas. I ran a red light, what a feeling !

What opposes the present experience is the feeling of a wandering around a single axis that is seen in the “reverse” mirror, being accessed following a judgment of the self. You have the feeling that you are part of a tougher, more chilly, tense life scenario, which is remarkable by reliving a state of complete freedom in decision-making. But at the same time, you are in the prison of a consciousness that gives a moral imprint to any act of will.

The consciousness that strives to palce reason before fantasy is that part of you coming from outside of you, connected to certain situations that have marked you deeply through a fascinating journey in time, but that cannot be changed – because it finds its projection in the present reality.

Leadership is based on the following meaningful message: if no one knows your reality from which you are making the fantasy of the strongest emotions, then no one can ask for an account of how thinking influences your life.

The Road To Hell refers to the propensity for the compromise of reporting to a present of uncertainty, presented in the form of a fantasy that is aimed at experiencing emotions full of force and enthusiasm that put you in the context of a changing world.

* Note: Chris Rea - The Road To Hell