TUG OF WAR

We have read everything in this period, absurd things, horrible things, things that don’t make us feel good.
It seems really difficult to have fun like before, to feel light.

All that news makes me think that the world is like a sick patient. And I wondered what the cure might be.

I tried to listen better and understand what hurt me, even if what happens is very far from me, I feel it incredibly close.

I thought we’re surrounded by ugliness and it seems like we’re getting used to it.

I asked myself, what is all this telling me?I cannot remain indifferent.

Then I thought it’s like a tug of war.

The main rule says that you have to “pull the rope until the opponent comes to your side”

And that’s exactly what’s happening. Pulling the right way…of the story.

Indifference, getting used to ugliness, wants me on its side. The censorship, denial and acceptance of everything that is happening in gaza is the sick patient who wants to convince me of his incurability and makes me feel helpless.

A few years ago, during an internship interview in the psychiatric ward, a young patient recounted his hospitalization…it was his birthday and he was at work, they’d called to wish him a happy birthday, and he’d felt sick…then he’d seen aliens.

We were both 26 years old, for both it was their first experience in a psychiatric ward, they shared a desk, mental health and a poorly ironed white coat. I remember listening to him making me cry. The mental illness that puts a wall wanted me to see the alien and his incurability and crying seemed the only answer.

But I didn’t cry, because I thought it wasn’t what he needed. You can’t help anyone if you’re not the first to think it’s possible to heal.

What does it take in the world to heal from all these crazy people in power?