From America to the latest refuge in Asia, all the way to recluse Africa and civil-war Middle East. Sometimes to discourage the crowd. In the only advantage an army has been found. The soldiers are following the path of a fragile economy. Considering political leaders have truth tellers. Incidents happened. Only overtaking the future of citizens. Demanding more than a couple of tanks in the streets. The ruling of any war is far beyond what we expected of a deployment of forces. It is usually about how stressful daily life can turn out to be. Creating the kind of basis which only futuristic views on conflicts will explain. This machine, this imposed worry, will change lives as it did in the past. It would take other appearances as we move toward an era where war does not traditionally mean armed conflict. Especially in the west, the second millennium seems to bring to humankind more surveillance, more multi-cultural issues, more citizens disapproval. My Country sends soldiers anywhere from Africa to peacekeeping missions all over. Its beliefs are democracy, capitalism, local entrepreneurship, free health care, fair trade, decent housing. Above all, its goal is for the citizens to keep spending, putting every cent back into the economy. Therefore, the government itself pumps a lot of funds, distributed among start-ups, ngo, multinationals and individuals. It was not this sort of fight, which can make you a soldier. At the most, you could be an advocate for a cause. Liberal ideas ruled here, doctors and lawyers were your decision makers. Evil meets new opponents, who are mostly innocent victims of its taste for control.
Jour: 26 novembre 2024
Something of the past.
It all started with symptoms of Agoraphobia. At the end of adolescence, it became evident it was more comfortable for me to act has a recluse. What came later, are a basket of trauma, due to my agitated passage in the psychiatric system. Crazy nurses have chocked me, I have been sedated, put in isolation, tied to a bed repeatedly, other patients would beat me up. My distrust in psychiatric care is growing as much as the intensity of my bad dreams about the hospital. The strong fear of the outdoors surged at the same time with a serious anxiety problem. So, I tucked in. Years later, even with treatment, I make a trip to the supermarket twice a month. And I visit my nurse once every three weeks, that is it. In the Summertime, I might take a walk around the block in the middle of the night. When the whole city is sleeping, I usually stay awake. Because even from the inside of my home, I can ultimately feel safe.
Home sweet Home.
Nothing has been easy, the past thirty years. Desperately, I have looked upon a quiet, loving home. Life did give me a difficult time; it is now gentle and rewarding. The challenges stayed, with them even greater happiness.
My dream of a peaceful household has its roots in all that Buddhism appreciates. We are keeping in mind, to care about each other. A family is a microcosm placed into a larger scale reality. In this place, we laugh, we sing, we pray. Rarely you will see us complain. Above all, we cultivate generosity. To be a part of this, is like creating a new element. Indestructible, otherwise stable ingredient, which makes the world a little bit more colorful. Independant, outside of influences, but it becomes a much-needed fraction. A whole world called home. Like there are billions. To organized it, is the path to happiness.
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