The forgotten breath
We live surrounded by connections, yet increasingly distant from ourselves. The real challenge is not to communicate more, but to rediscover the ability to listen within, rediscovering that authentic fragility that makes us human.
We live surrounded by endless connections, yet increasingly distant from ourselves. The real challenge is not to communicate more, but to rediscover the ability to listen within, embracing the fragile authenticity that makes us truly human.
Perhaps inner connection is not a thread that breaks, but a breath we forget to take. We remain in apnea, held back by notifications, obligations, distractions, until we realize we are no longer breathing within. It is not about finding something we have lost, but about remembering that the air is there, always. Just stop, inhale deeply and realize that life still inhabits us. Inner connection is this: the courage to breathe ourselves into the silence that no net can ever replace.
The end of inner connection
✨ The word wears out, the dialogue dies out.
Yet it is precisely here that the need to begin to feel again arises.
We live in a precarious condition that
few recognize.
A widespread inner loneliness, still made
more subtle by social media, which have multiplied
contacts but weakened real connections.
We do not know where this
unawareness, but we already know what
is eroding: the ability to feel, to
talk, to listen.
That is why there is an urgent need to rediscover the word
as play and nourishment,vriscovering the
lightness of shared emotions,
Don't be afraid to show ourselves fragile, alive,
authentic.
Apocolypsis is also this:
The risk of losing the inner connection,
But also an opportunity to rekindle it.
When we no longer speak to each other, the end is accomplished
When the walls collapse, what remains is vision.
Apocolypsis is not only the collapse of the
outward things, but the emptiness that grows within
A world that has stopped talking to each other.
Words were consumed, dialogues were
Are interrupted, and behind the noise remains
only sterile silence.
The end will not be a spectacular event,
But an inner attrition: the impossibility
Of really meeting each other.
When we don't talk to each other anymore, when we don't
listens anymore, the community crumbles
From the inside.
This is the thinnest and most
dangerous: not the collapse of the walls, but
That of consciences.