I don't know if I should attribute it to climate change. We live in the middle of a storm of egos. The I's are raining. It is good to try to know yourself, to intuit where we are going (despite personal contradictions), to value and love ourselves (excessively?).
In the sky there is thunder and lightning: a storm of egos that remember the fights of the gods of Olympus. We humans have never been more like the ancient Greek gods: we are self-centered and very selfish. We are capricious, not at all prone to understanding.
Today's society insists on us: we must love ourselves, take care of our bodies to unsuspected extremes and know how to listen to each other. The objective: always and quickly attend to our wishes. What do I need?, we ask ourselves. “Space to myself,” might be an answer. Well, come on, look for your own spaces at any price, because we can't put doors on the countryside.
“I need time for my social relationships.” Emergency: everyone who is part of our lives must disappear now. We will go out to party, or we will go spend a weekend away, or we will meet to play golf and reduce tension, because life is very hard, and having to dig the ground destroys your back.
“I want to be on the couch in autistic mode in front of the tablet, watching series,” while my partner wonders what the hell is wrong with me. I won't tell him (I'm too lazy) that I demand silence, but that he/she could disappear from the world for a few hours.
I want, I need, I deserve... a priori it is very good. We defend the individual freedom of people. But what happens to us with you? Do we take into account the desires, needs and merits of those we say we love? Very rarely does the you occupy a priority place in our lives. First me, then me and third me. I remember the lyrics of old boleros (perhaps some feminist would consider them politically incorrect). Like And yet I love you, which Concha Piquer sang: “I love you more than my eyes, I love you more than my life…”. Many would say that the lyrics are a great exaggeration, referring to a toxic love. Not necessarily. It seems magnificent to me that someone expresses with such force the emphatic nature of human feelings. We are a society that does not understand intensities, generous loves, or wanting above all the good of others.
And the us? The we is a great unknown. That first person plural that meant adding two or more individuals, understanding people as an essential part of the world, because they provide us with points of view and offer us new perspectives.
The great gods ate ambrosia, copulated left and right, had parties, played with humans. They were immortal. They could afford wasting time, absolute superficiality and disagreements. We are mortal, finite. We have an expiration date. Is it worth prioritizing what amuses us absurdly, isolates us, pushes us not to reflect or to be ignorant in love?
There are many you that help us to be better. We just need to make an effort so that others can feel that we care. Solitude is a good option, but it is not always the happiest option. We are responsible for our happiness. However, let us be silent, because giants are raining from a gray sky.
