On the Art of Life
The world has gone mad and no one feels safe. How from this place of growing hate and compassion collapse is the “repairing of the world” (Tikkun olam/ תִּיקּוּן עוֹלָם) possible?
I get an adrenaline rush from good conversations. The kind of conversations that catch you by surprise, make you feel alive, and connected to another human being in an authentic and meaningful way.
Creativity comes from a state of surrender (flow), and not from a punitive state of force and control.
We love success stories. We admire “genius-”es and young novelists whose debut novel became an instant best-seller. But how about those late bloomers?
I spent much of the following week in my introspective bubble, trying to avoid the news and deal instead – to the best of my ability – with the heaviness in my heart.
I have always been a nerd (secchiona). I love to study, I love to read, I love to bury my head in books and forget where I am. But nothing raises my energies and level of happiness (felicità) like reading in Italian.