The sense of deep self-healing

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When you have the urge to harm someone, when you can't help but notice a sneaky inconfessable satisfaction in bad-mouthing someone, or hearing others do it, you're actually the first victim. The pain has already affected you and is part of you. The satisfaction you feel is ephemeral and your sick desire for the evil of others is slowly devouring you.

Using your time to harm others, or wishing to do it, is the symptom of an empty and meaningless life. I know, you may think that "they deserve it," that hurting that person will make the world a fairer place, when in fact you're just hurting yourself and you're always going to blame the outside world for the pain you're creating, in a vicious loop.

These "desires" related to false satisfactions are the basis of your malaise. To eradicate it there is no point in looking outside. The good news and the bad news is that it's up to you alone, you're solely and utterly responsible. Consider that every wish of verbal aggression arises from an unhappiness and sense of inadequacy just as stealing arises from the envy that has taken over your heart. You and you alone can decide what to make room for in your consciousness.

Those who are satisfied with their lives, live their relationships with others with serenity. Of course you try to stay away from the people we least like and closer to the ones we like, but all this has nothing to do with craving evil for the others.

When you live in serenity you don't hate anyone. Living in serenity has nothing to do with holiness, "non-action", pacifism or such bullshit. When you have to defend yourself, act as you have to act but allow it to be just an action without hatred, I would call it a "non-mental" action.

Let me make one final point. In the face of a single and interconnected humanity, the only possible salvation (life worth living) is based on a healthy relationship with your neighbour. This mode is alien to virtual reality, to the depersonalization of many faces without any soul listed on a digital book as objects for sale.

m.m.

alessandra quattordio