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Nature and the Importance of Being Alone

Lately I have often found on Fb the “news” that psychologists would recommend walks in Nature, especially in the woods, as a substitute for antidepressants.
I have to admit it, I never deepened the question, I am a bit skeptical to all sites that report generic informations (for example, for years it periodically pops-up the news that in Sweden the daily working hours will decrease from 8 to 6 and, living there, I assure you that it is not true!), and even if a psychologist or more had actually made such a statement, it is not said that the whole medical class will move in that direction.

Sweden, swedish wilderness, into the wild of Sweden, inerro.land, photo-poetry

The Pain of Living

Lately, and unfortunately more and more frequently, depression (also known as Major depressive disorder – MDD) is consider as the plague of this century.

Researches by the WHO (World Health Organisation) report rather alarming data: 322 million people worldwide suffer from depression, with an increase of 18% in the decade between 2005 and 2015.
In a few years, depression will be the second cause of illness.

 

The Possibility to Choose

I woke up late this morning: I forgot to set the alarm and I slept some hours more than usual.

I woke up happy, anyway, and rested (probably I needed it) and I replanned my day: no training today, maybe I will catch up tomorrow; and maybe I will walk to work so I can still do some km.

So, shorting the way to don’t waste other time, I realised I was walking the same road as when I was going to work. And, as if I “had” to walk there, I realised I left there some of my thoughts and maybe it was time to come back to pick them up.

New Horizons

I’ve just arrived at work, as usual I’m the first.

Sunny day, the morning jogging has brought me back to life: I’m feeling energetic, happy, in a fantastic mental and physical condition.

After few hours I’m starting to feel my happiness going down: the work environment, as a vampire, sucks the joy out of me.

Reduce the Restrictions

Until not long time ago I was self-defeating, limiting myself.
I unconsciously restricted the flow of life to me and, passively, I was letting it slide away fast. Without doing anything, apathetic and numb in the nothingness of many days which looked all the same.
I could see only many different problems and, above all, I believed it was impossible to solve them, and that I could never find my way out.
So, slowly, I had touched the bottom and it seemed that I had decided to stay there for a while.

The Light is Still On

I must have had a bad dream last night and I woke up with an unpleasant and strange mood.

In the silence of the early dawn, while I’m enjoying the first cigarette of the day, I remember part of the dream: someone I know, but I can not remember who, tells me “your eyes look really tired … you have really tired eyes …”.
Out of the shower, I’m staring at myself in the mirror.
Eh, I think, my eyes look really tired…and these big and deep dark circles under them…

Lost Time and Not

Time flies fast and relentless.
I realised it by looking at the statistics of this site and seeing how little I wrote in the last few months.
I realise it now, thinking it’s already Tuesday, and this week, like the previous one, is just flying away.
It seems like a full life, but I can not accept and cannot perceive any positive vibrations from this optimistic view of the working week.

I Wanted to Win the World Championship

“I wanted to win the world championship,
.. and instead I find myself here shopping” is a quote from a song of Alex Britti that struck me a lot when I listened it for the first time.
I played it again yesterday, by accident, and it inevitably led me to think of those dreams of mine I had, and to confront myself with how many of them I fulfilled and how many I had to dismiss during my journey.

Society

“This is living” was the masterful advertising of the latest video-games console.
Was that the real life? Was that the perception of living for millions of people, and not only kids or teenagers, happy to rush home, and close themselves in, just to play and join a virtual life?
Was it living to give up the real life, the real world, and spend instead time in front of a screen to fight, kill, drive, fuck?

Years Won’t Come Back

He got out of one of the bathrooms at the office. Deadened silence and the cold white of the neon-light.

He approached one of the five sinks lined up on the front wall to rinse his hands and face. Perhaps it would help him to finally wake up from his numb.

He looks at himself at the mirror, grinning.

Flashback.

And Then?

We spend time trying to kill the time, this is the point.
After the years and all those stages imposed by the society and the family, we find ourselves in our 20s or 30s, already addicted and swallowed by the working life. We take our first responsibilities, our duties as a good citizen, and we find ourselves almost unconscious, tied up and involved with the system, the community, and the institutions around us (the same things we might have tried to fight or to evade just a few years before …).

Money Can’t Buy Happiness

A few years ago, during the lunch break, I was talking to a colleague, mostly complaining about our job. As often happens in workplaces, where one feels more as companions of misfortune than just colleagues, we were deploring our job and, in particular, our salary that was always too low compared to the amount of duties and responsibilities we had.