Can We Really Break The Cycle?

Georges Seurat. A Sunday on La Grande Jatte — 1884, 1884/86. Helen Birch Bartlett Memorial Collection.
Art Institute ChicChicago

Can we start living outside the norms and obligations of societies, beyond the prejudices, the mass consumption patterns?

The only thing I can say about my life right now is that I am tired. Tired of running in circles, tired of running away, tired of struggling for things that will most probably never make me happy.

For many of us it is time to redifine their way we think, to learn the function of generosity, the role of a good, long break, to learn to say no when we have to, to cherish everything that life gave us, and to build with what we have. We live under the umbrella of fear and division, we live to serve others, constanlty ingest what we are given, never doubt.

We drag ourselves from one paycheck to another, from one loan to another. Every year we buy year new gadgets without even learning how to use the old ones. We travel to escape our lives, then we return to find ourselves trapped again. We try to evade life and death alike. In a world where everything falls into the hands of private bussineses, society will only feed basic needs, never ensure security to its people, never create free citizens. Is this what we’ve become so proud of? Is that what we actually need from life?

What can we do then?

Tackling social policies and cultural prejudices would be a part of the answer.

Living for a clear, achevable goal and having the right expectations would be another.

Telling the stories we want to tell, telling them out loud, and giving other people the courage they need, will always help.

Discliplining ourselves to push our own imaginary boundaries and find the strenght to pursue our dreams would be ideal.

What’s our purpose?

D’où Venons Nous / Que Sommes Nous / Où Allons Nous
Paul Gaugin
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Source: Wikipedia

  “What is the highest good in all matters of action? To the name, there is almost complete agreement; for uneducated and educated alike call it happiness, and make happiness identical with the good life and successful living. They disagree, however, about the meaning of happiness.” Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics

Although one couldn’t blame our language and our knowledge for lack of depth, our efforts to define life are still far from satisfying. An even tougher question arises when we try to understand life’s meaning.

What is this force that sets us in motion giving us a purpose, governing us throughout our entire existence? Is it just rationalized instinct? Is it a collection of arbitrary values that tend to vary throughout time, from one age to another, from one individual to another? Is it yet another form of filling the void of our mortal condition? Yes, yes, and yes…

Whether as a cause or as an effect, the meaning of life is quintessential to all our actions, thoughts and creative impulses. It is the alpha and the omega of all our stories and of all our songs, of everything we struggle to achieve in just a few decades we have on Earth.

A simpler form of existence doesn’t need purpose it relies on its organic drive to feed itself, to grow and to procreate. But once neurons jump into the equation, they start wandering and wondering. And this adventure leads these otherwise astounding cells (so well equipped for problem-solving) to the uncharted territories where they either get lost or hit unsurpassable walls. Life’s purpose is just one of those nebulas (as it is God, the life beyond and so on).

Now, is it worth to think about our life’s meaning or should we just push forward focusing on our daily objectives? I guess it’s up to each of us but knowing that we are alive doesn’t make much sense without knowing why we are alive for. And I am sure that everyone has had at least one moment when this question popped up into his or her mind.

Today’s society highlights success. Many great minds talked about creativity. Both happiness and death were always on the table. I wouldn’t know what the right answer is, but I consider life to be an ever-expanding phaenomenon that circumscribes us all, an ever-growing personal and collective lesson, one that we are bound to go through and one that we should try to share to those around us and to those that will follow.

So, let’s start talking!

Cântecul Bizanțului


Cetate încinsă cu ziduri curate

Și turnuri înalte pe stâncă durate

De ce te-ai pierdut de timp înghițită,

Stăpână a mării, cetate slăvită?


Furată de-Apus și de Răsărit

În negura vremii te-ai prăbușit.


Veneau pelerinii, veneau călătorii,

Să-ți intre pe poartă, tu, mândră minune,

Veneau mercenarii, veneau negustorii,

Cu gând de mărire, avere s-adune.


În imnuri de slavă mereu răsunai

Și cerul pe lume tu îl revărsai.


Cu marmore-albastre frumos învelite

Palatele tale pe toți îi uimeau

Și scumpe biserici morminte țineau

De mari împărați și trupuri sfințite.


Aveai multe piețe, fântâni și bazare,

Statui și grădini ca rupte de soare.


Pe stâlpi din porfir, pe-arcade-nflorite

Zidirile toate erau sprijinite,

Din marea cea verde precum un smarald

Ieșeai sub un cer albastru și cald.


Pe-alei eremiți cu bărbile dese

Umblau printre-oșteni și doamne alese.


Iar purpura Romei pe steaguri vopsită

În briza de vară plăcut flutura,

La curtea cu perle și aur stropită

Un cârd de supuși cântând se-nchina –


Sublimului cezar abia-ncununat,

De-un dârz patriarh pe tron înălțat.


Văd Sfânta Sofia cu bolta ei lată,

Biserica mare, în grabă clădită,

Pe Sfânta Irene în umbra-i pitită,

Mai văd Hipodromul, gigantul de piatră.


Ș-aud învățații, apoi funcționarii,

Studenții, poeții, meșteșugarii.


Apoi mai aud din intrigi ieșite

Suspine și strigăt și scuturi lovite

De săbii, ghiulele ce cad, te zdrobesc!

Nu pot să-ndur, aici mă opresc.


Bizanțul e mort, dar noi mai trăim

Și poate vom ști din nou să-l clădim.