As some of you know, have recently immigrated to the Veneto region for study. Even if you will (I think) a temporary stay, it is still a good 'blow' for someone like me, had spent all the years of his life in his hometown, accompanied by loved ones. As usual, not I could not help but draw a starting point for reflection on what I'm living to find a comparison and, perhaps, some useful advice from some of my venerable philosophers who, in our usual appointment, I propose to you.
The thing that impressed me most of all before the start was in the eyes of my family and my inseparable friend a deep sense of sadness. I say empathic sadness rather than grief because, while the latter refers more to a compassion for the other intended to stop at a superficial level, what transpired in them was more intimate, just like a 'cause selfish' loss of part themselves. And it was This struck me to: realize how our lives might be affected and bind to what is external, to the point of being afraid of individuals as if they were amputated in a piece of themselves, despite the inability of structural 'take over' the other is evident. But now that we let someone else to talk about the sadness.
"The sadness is never an overflow, but a state that goes out and dies. What characterizes it is very significantly the frequency of its occurrence after the supreme contentment and vital task. Because it follows the sexual act because we are sad after a hangover or a formidable Dionysian excess, perchè le grandi gioie sono foriere di tristezza? Perchè di tutto lo slancio consumato in questi eccessi restano solo il sentimento dell'irreparabile e il senso di perdita e abbandono, contrassegnati da una fortissima intensità negativa. La tristezza insorge ogni volta che la vita si dissipa. La sua intensità eguaglia l'entità delle perdite subìte.
[...] La vita non è che una prolungata agonia. E la tristezza mi sembra rispecchi qualcosa di questa agonia. Il contrarsi del volto che essa provoca non ne è un riflesso? Il viso di chi è colpito da un'intensa tristezza mostra dei segni che sembrano scavare nell'essenza stessa dell'essere. Nella tristezza il volto emana una tale interiorità che il visibile apre una porta sull'anima. (Fenomeno che si manifesta anche nelle grandi gioie)" (E.M. Cioran, Al culmine della disperazione par. 53)
Già, le grandi gioie. Confesso di averne vissute parecchie, la maggior parte coi miei 'sgangherati' amici. Penso spesso a loro in questi giorni: alle cavolate fatte assieme, a come sia cambiato tutto nella nostra vita tranne la certezza di poter contare l'uno su l'altro e, soprattutto, a quante piccole cose ci meriteremmo di più e di cui, putroppo, ce ne siamo dovuti privare. Per questo voglio dedicare loro, a mò di esortazione fraterna, questi accorati versi per cercare di vivere, il più possibile, senza rimpianti.
"Che cosa è mai decisione? La choice, no, point is always about something that is already before, something that you can take or leave. De-cision here means to set up and create, to have, give up or lose, before and beyond itself. Who decides? Everyone, even without taking any decision and without wanting to know, avoiding the preparation. What you decide? Of ourselves? We who? But because you have to take decisions ? What decision? The necessary form of implementation of freedom. Decision as an act of man, seen as a process, in its consequences.
[...] Just what is lived and that can live as an experience, what pro-breaks in the horizon of life experiences, what man is able to carry her forward and in front of him, may be worth. "(M. Heidegger, Contributions to Philosophy par. 46 and 63)
And last but not least, thanks goes to my parents for giving me this extraordinary opportunity despite the thousands of sacrifices that all of us a little poor bastards we have to shoulder at a time like this, besides making me become who I am. I would be ungrateful, after all this sickly sweet solemnity, if not also thank all of you who frequent this blog that, slowly, advances, aware of the many, many things I'd like to talk to you.
Finally, back on the sufferings and sacrifices are unavoidable, perhaps we can see things in a different light, at least not to cry just me ...
"Just as we are today, we stand a good number of afflictions, and our stomach is equipped with heavy food. Perhaps, without them, we would find tasteless the banquet of life, and without the good will of the pain, we should leave miss too many joys. " (F. Nietzsche, The courage to suffer par.354 in Aurora ).
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