Mental lockdown – keeping individuals away from their familiar environment – can give way to a withdrawal syndrome : first, the anxiety related to a
Mental lockdown – keeping individuals away from their familiar environment – can give way to a withdrawal syndrome : first, the anxiety related to a
All these meanders and sleights of handAre a dead-end.They push me deeper into the dark.Their roads all finally narrowAnd swear to smother meIf I follow
When emotions are illegible, there’s no use for words any longer.Only silence can unbind them, and return them to nothingness. We need to make out
Tiredness is a millstone you’re dragging around your neck. It is making life grueling, tarnishing the most pleasant aspects of existence.Yet, there is a point
In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
« We’ll never have a normal life anymore» : this is a mind-jacking title. One more early morning hijacking. This is how it has been, for
One of the potentially confusing characteristic of our modern ‘Communication’ consists in responding with disconcerting obstinacy just a few degrees next to the question.So much
Doubt, stress, anxiety, are the expression of our ‘small self’.The great freedom is calm and loving.Having faith in the Way means opening to the infinitude
People who talk a lot, all the time,Tell us about the reason of never-ending logorrhea.To discover it, you need to listen very carefully while they
The boredom generated by those mass movies (those massively produced, targeting the widest possible audience) is not the result of some kind of a sudden
What a detour through Japan allows to understand: Focusing on the individual level is a bottomless pit of suffering.Westerners are constantly questioning and further wrapping
What I find reassuring is that the imposter syndrome is actually a reflection of our fragility.It can therefore be seen as a safeguard protecting us
Many couples work just like an out-of-tune accordion.They breathe in this double-keyboard instrument the rancid air of compensationAnd breathe out the wind of domination. Inhaling
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
Once again, you thunder.The mental squall blowing me away from the present, again. Emotional hostage-taking attempt. Mind-jacking.You won’t get me. The rumble of your words