– I will be the bug in your wrong construction
A woman stares motionless at the gigantic plastic face depicted on a billboard in one of the many subway stations.
There are no other noises but the footsteps of the people going down and up the stairs, generating an opaque sound that expands, transmitting a sense of tiredness, synchronizing, as it was a military march that homologates and merges all together.
The young girl of the announcement observes with an empty smile the people who pass and head to catch the trains that will take them to everywhere in this gigantic city. It has a totally absent expression, a mask that by social convention must seem serene and always in line with the canons of prepackaged beauty in a superficial pursuit towards external perfection, where the form has definitively killed the substance.
The woman has her shoulders low, her hands are hooked to the handle of the handbag that squeezes tightly. She opens her purse and checks her smartphone, no messages received. An unconscious repression of the spirit condenses into a sigh.
Passers-by are reflected in her eyes, while thoughts begin to make her no longer hear the sounds of lifes that are frantically circulating around her, enveloping her.
Suddenly the girl on the billboard starts talking to the woman:
“Where’s your soul? Where’s your individuality? Where is your freedom to be who you are, outside the mold produced by the manipulation of a system that has bent you since the beginning? The values you share, the thoughts you have in your mind, what you think is right or wrong, the duties, the responsibilities, where does all this come from? Was all of this generated to keep you in check? You became an element of the system that has no other purpose than the maintenance of the system itself, a system that was built under the laws of a frightened mind.
You have faithfully incorporated orders and rules that have always kept you in a bubble, a bubble that protects your life and the community in which you live, but at the same time keeps you away from your unique and individual way of feeling and expressing yourself, which led to major frustrations.
The educational system has pushed you to conform and adapt to society, making you a perfect citizen that follows pre-packaged paths: get an education, find a job, get a mortgage and buy a car, a house, be fashionable, get married, have few children and expects to be replaced by someone younger than you who can continue to support and perpetuate the system.
You have received an instruction, rules and conditions that will almost never push you to observe your behaviors, to observe your reactions, to observe your thoughts to try to improve yourself as a human being, a being who is not on this planet just to survive or to impress and attract the attention of people who don’t care about you. Trying to make them see you as someone who tries to be good, to be rich and to be important, an illusory existence that has only transported you to suffering.
The search for inner freedom has never been contemplated and has not been taught to you. You have been given rigid pre-set patterns to follow, forgetting the true nature of life, which is based on constant changes.
You have always been kept away from a true education, which should have led you towards your individual development, encouraging you to discover your own unique qualities, giving you the possibilities and the tools to reach a mental maturity free from suffocating obsolete schemes, teaching you not to follow the path of others but every day find your own unique way of existing in this reality.
The bubble is definitely tangible, you see it in your eyes and in those of the people who are passing around us, you perceive it in their frustrated and tired souls in search of something that they have no longer considered part of their lives, but that sometimes they feel and do not understand, their small part of essence forgotten and never cultivated, as you have always and only identified yourself with my mechanical and devoid of sincerity artificial smile. “
It is winter, all people wear the same long dark coat to protect themselves from the cold.
A flock of domesticated sheep who are always looking for a shepherd, but who, because the innate laziness and easily impressionable qualities, never intend to transform themselves into the tiger who is ready for anything to reach the top of the sacred mountain.
