I think the hardest thing for us is not having more certainties.
Having left school, and with it, at least most of us, the confidence in the fourth way, we left behind a castle imaginary certainties and we went to see the naked reality.
Naked as we are, sometimes we cry, we laugh more often. We do not know why of what happens (apart from bad luck).
We have a philosophy that says word for word for everything we do and what others do.
We did not get more body-type, we prefer to see people for who they are and what they do.
Instead of observing the features, I see human beings as such, and I think, I'm so, it will be because I have a long nose?
Many ex-students ... would be nice to say, ex-revolutionaries, eh? Alumni sounds a bit 'as ex-convicts, a bit' of failure in the very word ex.
say neo-normal, we neo-normal (this sounds much better, as the kids 'special'), in short, poor us, we have problems to adapt to normal life (?).
The lack of guidance (blind) of any kind, creates imbalances for those accustomed to, not only to always have someone to tell him how to live and be present with their thumb, but can not see past the weaknesses arising from having twenty years in a room without windows and walls amortized. So
being used to not take too much responsibility, now have them all together creates a problem. Some seem to seek other teachers to fill the void. Others claim to be conscious. Others how they can get by, living day by day and not looking for answers.
Fear kept us in school, afraid to face life on its own terms, the fear of discovering who we are without a form of self-remembering forever stamped on the face, the fear of being like everyone else!
What then is unlucky, that's another story. Of course, just had to meet this cult. With a little 'luck we could all go around singing, dressed in orange. Instead we drank, elegantly gallons of bad white wine, we smile a lot (until it has become a manifestation of evil!), We bought a lot of ties (at least me) we do not know what to do.
Now let's write a little 'everywhere, on the GF, the English blog on this (at least that seems to intimate a thing), a gang of lunatics let loose with a multitude di'opinioni different to the world, various deities, philosophies. Some very angry, some happy.
The only thing I can do is try to maintain balance on the tightrope, without knowing whether there is a net below. In the case of a fall, try to enjoy the flight!
I do not know what I meant, but I hope I have said.
A kiss to all.
A.
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