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RE: La búsqueda constante de la pasión por las cosas
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I hope that I will get round to it. After reading your piece, I'm determined to do so - so many of the situations you describe seem too familiar to me. But beforehand? I'll read your article once or twice before then. I like it so much that I want to internalise it... :-))
Oh, how lovely 🥰
I'll be waiting for your comments; I'd love to hear what you think.🙂
Well, what do I think? First of all, that your text speaks directly from my soul.
I'm also someone who can get deeply enthusiastic about many (completely different) interests - I dive into them, burn for them. And then, one day, the flame goes out. Usually not gradually, but suddenly, from one day to the next. It's a bit like teenage infatuation. And yes, most of the time this shift (or discovery) of new interests had to do with external circumstances. Of course, I noticed my own changes and development, but I was often surprised at how abruptly the “burnout” happened.
As I’ve noticed that I burn less intensely the older I get, the whole “not being able to let go” has become more of a thing. My mantra might be “When one door closes, another opens” - even “A door must close for the next one to open” - but the older I get, the more I seem to fear that maybe no door will open at all. And that thought carries a deep sadness.
Like you, though, I fight back - and I can take joy in the little things in life. They may not be as fulfilling as when someone who was raised to perform can say at the end of the day: “Wow, I really accomplished something!” But they are enjoyable.
Sometimes it takes a blow to the head to realise the flame is out - and that a new one is allowed to be lit. That blow forces a break (soon, in my case). And despite the pain, I can even feel a kind of gratitude for it… 😊
Abrazos a Venezuela desde el extremadamente lluvioso norte de Alemania 🤗
It's occurred to me that interest is inversely proportional to the intensity with which one does things... Like when you love a song and get bored after listening to it so much. But it also happens to me, in my case, that I have learned that I should take advantage of that wave of energy, because it can also wane anyway.
I think what worries you most is not feeling that genuine interest again, because of time and age, or whatever... Like the fear one feels of not loving again, but I'll tell you that won't happen if you pay attention to directing your gaze to the things that make you smile, no matter how simple they may seem, and I think that never ends.
It's complicated with things that don't feel the same, and holding on only prolongs the feeling of alienation...
Our Western culture doesn't prepare us to let go because that's more like freedom, and freedom can be scary: What's next? But I think there will be doors and windows, and above all, the feeling of freedom. We weren't raised to be free; we don't know how to be free. But there are cultures that know this and enjoy doing nothing, just being. But I've already entered different territory, haha..😅
Umarmungen aus dem tropischen Norden des Südens, Venezuela🤗
I used to be a person who was unable to do nothing. Not even sitting still for a moment and listening to myself - drinking a cup of coffee was the least I had to do to distract myself from “nothing”. That has changed a lot. But for “just being” I'll probably have to join a Buddhist monastery after all... 😉
Hahaha, I can't imagine it. Would they be able to stand our chatter and our restlessness when jumping from one place to another?🤣
They will teach us how to do not... 😎
Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm