Waiting For Change Can Erode The Spirit
The battle that you carry with you every day can turn into a source of pride, being perceived as a strengthening of your character if you have the vision of a transcendent reality.
A dry life - you can't throw away like that, like an empty magazine! She's still good enough to fight her, when the time comes and when the need arises. Not for personal reasons, not even for revenge, not for selfishness, not for altruistic reasons, yet it is so much for you to turn the wheel, to push the world beyond the blood and the wreckage--for no other reason than fight, the fight continues, and wait for the opportunity to fight until the last breath. But waiting wears you down and can be hopeless, and to that is added the unspoken fear that when the time finally comes, you will be too crushed, too raw, too inert from so much waiting, too tired to walk with the others.
This is not the reason why you plunge into oblivion anything that can get on your nerves, abolishing it, definitively and unconsciously, with irony, sarcasm and even counter-sentimentality, with the escape into another human being, into a self foreigner? Until you reach this state, brutal impotence will return as you surrender to sleep and ghosts.
The round moon crept through the transom of the window. He was no longer like a crucified call, but a voyageur, fat and obscene, looking indiscreetly into the rooms and through the beds. Ravic was now fully conscious. This had been a relatively innocent dream. He had others.
Do you believe that the value of your life, even without personal or altruistic purpose, can guide you in your continued effort to change the world according to a vision that opens beyond pain and destruction?
In a life that sometimes seems pointless, we cannot abandon it as a useless object. She still holds enough value to serve us in future battles, even without a personal or altruistic motive. The struggle continues, being a constant effort to change the world, to push it beyond pain and destruction, with no other purpose than the struggle itself and the hope of continuing this struggle until the last breath. But this waiting grinds us down, often seeming hopeless, amplifying unspeakable fears that crush us under their weight. It causes us to withdraw into ourselves, protect ourselves with irony and sarcasm, and take refuge in an alien identity to avoid the confrontation of powerlessness.
In this retreat, the specter of loneliness and isolation becomes more palpable, like the full moon streaming through an open window. This light is no longer an alarm signal, but rather an invasive and grotesque presence, spying indiscreetly on the intimate spaces of life. In these moments of sporadic lucidity, Ravic recalls his dreams, some more innocent than others, but all testaments to the internal struggle and pain that refuses to leave the shadow of his soul.
Through leadership it was believed that every attempt to push the world beyond pain and destruction is actually a visual representation of internal struggle and aspiration towards a higher ideal.
Waiting for change can erode the spirit, turning hope into an unbearable burden. Let's not forget that awareness of reality can often come at unexpected times, often following a seemingly innocent dream. And changing perspectives on life can be both a liberation and a new form of captivity, depending on the circumstances and inner state.
* Note: Remarque, Erich Maria, Arcul De Triumf, Eminesu Publishing House, 1976
