SCARS OF LIFE

Today more than ever, this brings us to a hectic life introspection , the act in which there is direct observation and analysis of the represented his inner feelings , desires, produced by our thought itself , as well as the sense of ' identity of a persona.Prorpio on this last point and I would like to base my thesis anticonformistiche on society today ' : said observation and analysis , and in fact I wonder who can' be able to be analyzed today , to understand themselves what ' you do, what ' that takes place every day , all the moments , it is because certain behaviors occur in a mechanical way , like robots and mechanized programmati.La question arises , but we live our lives and live the life that is imposed on us ? E ' is a live or survive?From these various factors, so start ' the study of the reason of the reason for a life full of materialism , of appearances, subbliminali of situations , but in surreal situations that superficially satisfy our io.L ' be toghether , being compared , the being or non-being, see Prince Hamlet who pronuciava to so ' soliloquy at the beginning of the first scene of the third act of the aforementioned Shakespearean work with right here and i would like to mention the verses :
                                                              
                                                "To be , or not to be, that is the question :
                                                   whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
                                                   the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
                                                   or to take arms against a sea of ​​troubles
                                                   and , by opposing , end them ? To die, to sleep ...
                                                   nothing more , and by a sleep to say we endthe pain of the heart and the thousand natural riotsto which flesh is heir to : a conclusiondevoutly to be wished . To die, to sleep.To sleep, perchance to dream. Yes, here is the obstacle ,For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeafter we plucked off this mortal coilMust give us pause. This is the scruplewhich gives the calamity of so long life .
                                                 For who would bear the whips and scorn of time,
                                                 the oppressor's wrong , the proud man's contumely ,
                                                 The pangs of despised love , the law 's delay ,
                                                 the insolence of official positions , and contempt
                                                 that patient merit of the unworthy ,
                                                 When he himself might give a receipt
                                                 with a simple stiletto ? Who would burdens ,
                                                 grunting and sweating under the weight of a hard life ,
                                                 except that the dread of something after death,
                                                 the undiscovered country from whose border
                                                 No traveler returns , baffles the will
                                                 and makes us bear those ills we have
                                                 rather than rushing towards others who are unknown ?Thus conscience makes us all cowards ,and so the natural color of determinationis made ​​unhealthy by the pale cast of thought ,And enterprises of great pitch and momentFor this reason, deviate from their courseAnd lose the name of action. »

Let us dwell on the first verses to get the message that I wanted to extend to you my dear readers :suffer the slings or to take arms against a sea of ​​troubles ;thenTo die, to sleep ...nothing more , and by a sleep to say we endthe pain of the heart and the thousand natural riots ;reflect on these verses and the intolerance of the character to be in this ' you might not want to be or can not be , perhaps for reasons of force majeure, as you can' imagine for a prince , perhaps for reasons of force majeure as you can ' imagine for a family of today.Close your eyes and not see , to die an apparent death , a death of the senses, of our true selves , but that puts us far from the true reality made ​​up of feelings , the real ones , the ones that make us feel alive.Thus conscience makes us all cowards ,and so the natural color of determinationis made ​​unhealthy by the pale cast of thought ,And enterprises of great pitch and momentFor this reason, deviate from their courseAnd lose the name of action. »Perhaps this contrast between reason and feeling you have always been , maybe it will not be ' even this our hectic lives, the fact is that every day, every time we find ourselves at a crossroads and there that we have to choose whether to live or survive.I recommend you read the Jane Austen novel " Sense and Sensibility " where the author amplifies and highlights the contrast between reason Elinor and Marianne's emotionalism , opera characters .
GOOD READING MY DEAR FRIENDS

                                                                                                                    ANTONIO TRAVAGLINI