Jesicamagica on Nostr: ...

I have come to the conclusion that every thing I love, that I enjoy, or that causes pleasure, also makes me suffer in some way. Because everything is ephemeral and when it perishes, the beautiful causes restlessness. And it is neither minor nor dramatic, to understand this simple rule, and a little Psycho of the system/life/existence. It's healthy. Everything is ephemeral, I repeat. And from where we remain stagnant is from where (also), we perceive the peak of our existence, or its total decline. Social patterns also collaborate with post-pandemic suffering. They invite us to feel empty and incapable of possessing, to fill us with more emotional deficiencies and thus, sell us colorful mirrors that will perpetuate us, paradoxically, on the wheel of Samsara (karmic metaphor of suffering). Dependence on suffering only leads to more of the same, in a downward spiral towards the mental abyss that repeats, over and over again, the most painful experiences of the being. Love, on the contrary, is a way of perceiving reality, in a way that expands the infinite capabilities of each being. Suffering is, then, an emotional limitation that falls on the mind and generates blocks of real perception.