Anger never dies

Life isn't easy. Life isn't fair. Happiness isn't something unreachable, but it doesn't fall from the sky: you must deserve it, you have to fight for it.

Happiness is something everybody searches for. Who would be crazy to seek for unhappiness except for the crazy one? But what's happiness? Few people know, few people understand it because a lot of them think this is an universal concept while, actually, it is subjective.

Performance society tries to standardize this concept and those who lives in the immaturity constantly get frustrated by the constant feeling of unhappiness and emptiness. In this case, happiness isn't in the present time, but either in the future, lying in the hope that someday things will get better, or in the past, a time of sweet memories. This Eros love to the performance blinds and the individual gets incapable of questioning some things about oneself and the world and, consequently, of understanding the misery this one complains so much.

Laziness and cowardice are things so hard to fight against... snapping the bubble and leaving your comfort zone is so hard... “it's so comfortable to be small”, Kant would say... it's so hard to have the attitude to change: change yourself, change one's own reality. It's so much easier to curse and envy. It's so much easier trying to despise other's victories for the miserable of spirit feels less worse when feeling hurt by other's success and happiness.

In order to be happy, or unless feeling happy without appealling to its artificial means like drugs and anti-depressive pills one must, first of all, being humble to recognize one's own imperfections and vulnerabilities. It doesn't mean embracing the fail or being ridiculous. Ridiculous is thinking you're being ridiculous by confessing to yourself your own fears that might sound silly and childish, more ridiculous than this is having the romantic vision of life by thinking that happiness lies in a Hollywoodian amazing life or that is, necessarily, the standard of the society of performance.

Life isn't easy. Life isn't fair. Happiness isn't something unreachable, but it doesn't fall from the sky: you must deserve it, you have to fight for it. It includes some sacrifices and the path to happiness may be, ironically, torturous in the beginning. Leaving the comfort zone never is easy, letting go the tutor's hand and walking in total dark it's quite despairing, but if you want to be free, dare to break with your immaturity! You have to try at least! Falling, crying and being eternally traumatized with the pain will never help anyone to get anywhere, except if it has an appeal to the people's pity, that isn't neither a little virtuous and it is pathetic, it's being proud of one's own cowardice.

Projecting your own imperfections on others using them as weapon and shield may even sound smart initially, but who really losses with this? You may harm someone, but if this person has the minimum of maturity and self-love, he won't let himself to be affected by the words of someone who seems to have a disturbed feeling of pleasure in the sorrow and in gnawing hates. He just doesn't care, he's doing what the resentful child always wanted to do but was too coward to even try: he is being happy, he is living the life! That's way the feeling of envy and despise face to the other's success.

Nobody likes this type of negative people. Nobody likes people that are always complaining about the same problems every single day projecting the reason of their unhappiness on others. Nobody likes people that are always in the defensive ready to attack and that refuses help and refuses to help oneself. Nobody likes people that got traumatized after their first and only fail that start to think that nobody and nothing worth. That the world is bad, that people envy him, that everybody's an ignorant and that, as long as he hadn't born in a golden crib, he is destined to be a never recognized talented person. Then, he doesn't understand why the world turns it back to him and, thanks to his shameful arrogance, he thinks the world is wrong and unfair, but he's never able to recognize that HE is the problem. It's so much practical projecting this imperfection on another one and being sarcastic... Is it being happy?

Well, happiness is subjective. If an individual is happy gnawing hates, good for him, although it is very dubious. In order to be happy, it is not necessary to have all that the performance society implies for us to be and to have, and it doesn't mean as well, refusing everything it sells us. The most important thing is being in peace with yourself, doing what you like, being surrounded by people that are with you to plus, not to subtract you and to let you down, feeling bizarrely happy by trying to bring you down for the misery they spontaneously decided to live with.

References

FERRY, Luc. Qu'est-ce qu'une vie réussie? France: Grasset et Fasquelle, 2002.

COMTE-SPONVILLE, André. Petit traité des grandes vertus. Paris: Presses Universitaires de France, 1995.

KANT, Immanuel. Answering the question: What is Enlightment? Königsberg: Büsching Magazine, September 30th 1784.

The beginning of the end

A powerful voice sounded from nowhere and ordered: “Shut up, I want to watch TV”.

The day was sunny, few clouds on the sky, nice temperature. But suddenly, the sky got black in few minutes. Thunders shook the walls forcing the dogs to hide under the beds. The day turned out into night and it wasn't a solar eclipse. The lightnings illuminated the dark sky.

The South wind blew furiously while the housewives were obligating their daughters to take the clothes from the clothesline before the raindrops could reach the soil as bullets. The girls who refused to do so and confronted their mothers saying “go you there” were painfully hit by Havaianas sandals their mothers threw against their heads. The unlucky ones were hit by Crocs'. The windstorm took off the roof tiles that flew against poor people's body. Chaos was taking place.

From the high of the roof of his house, in the highest point of the shantytown, the evangelic minister announced the Rapture. It did look like the Apocalypse. The religious people were crying and speaking in tongues begging for compassion while roof tiles was hitting them as guided missiles. The atheists was just observing them and after the minister was hit by a Brasilit tile in the middle of his face flying to death, they made fun of the religious: “Where is your God now”? So both of the groups slapped the faces of each other defending their believes and their disbelieves.

A powerful voice sounded from nowhere and ordered: “Shut up, I want to watch TV”. And a lightning fell among those who were fighting, killing and silencing them.

And in this scene of final judgment, a group of people were taking pictures in front of the mirror to post them on Orkut: “This is just me getting ready to the end of the world, kisses”. When they look at the mirror, they don't see their own reflexion. They see much more. They see them strong, courageous, powerful. People who were an example to be followed. They saw perfection. Their minds were closed, impenetrable. Their eyes saw what they wanted to see. Their ears heard what they wanted to hear. And around the piercing on their bellybuttons, there were people orbiting, the Earth, the planets, the galaxies and whatever exists.

They were ultra-powerful people. When diving on their minds and seeing the world through their eyes, we can see a reality that isn't real at all, but for them, it is.

If they were a planet, they would orbit a phallocentric system and their moons would be phallus. The envy is the high frequently used noun of their limited vocabulary. It isn't easy to be gorgeous, it isn't easy to be hot, it isn't easy to be a trendsetter, it isn't easy. Having phallic moons bothers envy people who doesn't have it. Others happiness bothers. This is a very envy world indeed.

The ultra-powerful don't need to make friends because the world is on their feet, requests its friendship. They have hundreds of friends. When publishing a shirtless picture, a lot of people like, a lot of people desire “wow in my house”. Flaming proctus. Ultra-powerful people don't regret of anything they did or didn't. They don't care, they don't think of the consequences of the attitudes they had and didn't have. The world is envy just because they are superior.

The Deluge flooded the little city. Noah's ark haven't come. The atheists sank and the religious fundamentalists floated on the water but they didn't go up to Heaven as they wished so desperately. The brick ceiling fell down over the ultra-powerful people heads and they survived to the Apocalypse. They were cockroaches, now ready to eat the dregs.

Now We Are Free by Cathrine Makabali