You'll always think nothing will harm your peace, until something actually does. You'll not appreciate your mom’s dishes until you start living alone, you'll not appreciate your siblings’ presence until they're not there anymore, you'll not appreciate your friends' efforts until no one will be there for you anymore. Too obvious to have these things to appreciate them, until they aren't that obvious anymore. Every bad thing looks too unreal to be believed, too unreal to think it would actually come knocking at your door, too unreal that it's impossible for us to not think if war, cancer, inequalities stories could just be the result of human imagination. Just like that, you would be trapped in thinking that everyone has what you have, maybe that they have even more. But we never stop the frenetic rhythms of our days to reflect on how lucky we are to have our everyday's life. I never liked staying between those people. I never liked anyone in general, but found somehow a way to lie to myself. I hated how materialistic everyone is, and they're thoughts on the world. I hate how we had to name everything, as if we needed pure control over it.
“Is there really any value to this thing we call living?”
“I'd like to turn that question around, is there really not any value at all in this thing we call living?”
Personally, I think that many people have lost the meaning of Life because we call it Life. Would it be the same if Life wasn't called any name? Everything we named, made us feel like we had control over it, and so has lost its importance. Life has lost its value because we can't feel it's worth anymore, because we feel like we can control it, but Life controls us more than how we think we control it.
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Everyday, 6 a.m., same bed, same morning routine, same faces, same subjects. Imagine a life full of dreams, but no way to put them into reality. And imagine someone else, living that dream of theirs, and asking himself if it was worth the price they had to pay. That's our life. These are humans.
In the following pages, you’ll get to meet Shu. She was 16 years old and two of her biggest dreams were becoming a detective and going to New York: she already gave up on them. One of her streaking characteristics is her lack of attention, no matter what she’s put into. She was never a good listener to begin with. Her mind would always fly far away, even when she would be with her friends. She has her own little world, which only I can know. And she preferred running away to that world, instead of listening to what everyone had to say. She was born in a Tunisian family, living in Italy. I think that's an important key to understanding the conflict that takes place every day inside her little world: “Should I follow Italian culture or tunisian culture?” That's the biggest problem she has always been asked to face: it turns out she hasn't made her decision yet. On the contrary, this conflict made her think of our world, how it revolves. Doesn't it sound sad to give a name to our emotions? It's not just a matter of communication, it is also the desire or power and control that was born along with humans. Even the concept of arts, like music, theaters, all of them are events that humans themselves created. Why? The most basic answer would be “ to waste some time “.
But do we even have time to waste?