That which is not subject to the law of gravity

“For the rest, brothers, everything that is true, everything that is honest, everything that is just, everything that is pure, everything that is lovely, everything that is of good reputation; if there is any virtue, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about that”. Philippians, 4:8-13 The ideas are just that: an immaterial creation of our own mind.

They are not chained, like our bodies the law of gravity that affects all matter. When ideas are bad and harmful, when they carry a virulent charge of negativism, let’s leave them as those broken sacks, which ultimately contribute nothing to the one who carries them, because they will always arrive at their destination empty.

Let’s also leave behind the abandoned, in an existential vacuum which is not pulled by the atmosphere, like everything else it contains. Therefore, these harmful ideas will not spin with the world and its passengers, nor will they reach the incredible speed at which they do moves our country (110,700 kilometers) and that it spins like a top around the cosmic axis (1,666 km/h). Thus, those heavy and gloomy ideas, which openly rebel against their own peace, will remain forever defeated in nothingness, where even forgotten graves could not remain.

If this world is an idea for us, then let’s separate every good thought from the bad, because those life events that inevitably have to happen do not have to actually be moves of human tragedy. Death, for example, so horrible as it may seem, it is just the natural course of every living thing; and yet we raised it to the heights of the cathedral, or pushed it into the black abyss of unwanted destinations. What is a man without awareness of his life? What is a man who comes into the world deprived of all reason from an early age? Does he know how to exaggerate pains that do not exist beyond the physical level?? Do you create tragedies that are the work of the mind, predicting all kinds of black misfortunes that are not there? Are you aware of the suffering caused by that nervous tension that boils only in our hearts, but there is no other real support? That man will finally fear nothing; nothing will affect his mood, because he will be tied by the umbilical cord to existence itself. Breathe, eat, sleep, and in no way can he be attacked by the pains of anxiety forged and manufactured in the workshops of our imagination, because he will miss him.

If the above is correct. If only the key to untying the tight knot of anxiety was just don’t think, let’s imagine miracles which would bring with it the act of right thinking. Always hope for the best, keep faith at all times, look at every obstacle as a step or a staircase, make the unpleasant a painful experience that teaches us. In short, living life in a favorable state of good expectation, even though it is a supposed reality the world tells us the opposite. Is it perhaps the confinement of oneself, like Don Quixote, in a theater where one only plays a role that is not real? But then think for yourself. What is reality for you? What may be something concrete for you, may be an innocent factory of uncontrolled imagination for another. Faced with this lack of universal determination of what reality is, therefore, the only thing that cannot be discussed is that reality exists, but for everyone. A house is not much different from a den for an animal. Man gives shade to the home; and gives him with imagination. The world, as such, is the creation of a human being.

Let’s do what we think best about him. Let’s stop falling into deadly make-believe webs we ourselves, who alone manage to stop our progress through life, who do not allow us to follow that endless path of wisdom that is always ahead of us, without we can fully achieve.