This article is the English version of the article Bariz?
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Hello to all the people. For a while, I couldn’t feel the motivation to write lines worthy of your time after I thought about my private life, the economic situation of my country, the news of Ukraine-Russia, nuclear energy, and the world. As you will notice, the coronavirus is not even in the first place anymore.
We try to look at things, consider them, and then get upset. Some of us try to say something, and many of us step back. I am worried about the future of our lives, especially after the days we had recently that made us ask “how much worse will it be” instead of “what will happen?”
Even when a development makes me happy, I start to feel guilty. Or when I feel uncomfortable after a small thing, when I look for a solution. Is this a real problem, or am I exaggerating? That’s it. In the long run, these pose the danger of turning the whole view towards the negative.
If you look at my profile here, you will see the words “welcome to the adventure” on the about page. And it wouldn’t be realistic to expect everything to go smoothly in this adventure. I know that waves and fluctuations will occur. I am not qualified to make scientific recommendations or proscriptions about motivation and inspiration. I only share my experience here.
Last night, the packaging of a food item in the market cut my hand. A small cut with a smear of blood. It whined a little, but of course, I didn’t think about it when my focus changed. Hours passed after that. When it was night, I saw that it was almost closed. What a huge difference in just a few hours. I was shocked. I was also glad.
Well, it was cut off. Something separated that area. There was even blood. It hurt. Now? The cells in my body did not retreat into their shell and refused to heal because of the recent things happening or sadness, and now there is no blood there. They struggled to fulfil the meaning of their existence, and although it hurts, our bodies do not stop the effort.
Maybe it feels like we’re just unlucky as humans when there isn’t so much clarity about our existential purpose or the meaning of our lives. It’s more confusing that there are so many options. If we go in the wrong direction, maybe we’ll have to walk further to the other side. But at this point, I want to say something. If we move, the muscles learn to move, even if we do it wrong. Perhaps gaining practice in the movement is more important than the destination?
I will try not to stop by myself. If you have any suggestions or things to share that will be good for both me and you, and also for the people who have the potential to read this, please feel free to write.
Both to learn and to broaden one’s horizons. Everyone is different. What is obvious to you may be brand new to someone else. Just say it. Let’s not just stop. Because while bad things can spread endlessly, our failure to grow is just to offer space. Not stopping does not mean let’s waste ourselves. It can be nice to learn together how not to stop.
After all, “obvious” to whom?
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