“A’ man, you see you're going to be 30 this year! What do you say we put among our good intentions to get our heads in the right place, do less mental wanking and think about saving something? Come on, shut the fuck up, we need to think about serious things here!”

I had been thinking for some time about how to write what I feel, also because every time I write I have been trying to express basically the same concept for 17 articles (this is the 18th), but I realise that something is always missing, and so I try to add one more piece with each article, as if it were a journey.

Something is always missing

I always try to enrich, but it is from the first article that I try to say “something must be done“.

It starts by making choices; However, we often stop at the’appearance because we are dazzled by the beauty, from success and we forget about the reality.

The world that comes to us sold tells us that we must be incredible and give us do, leaving no room for tears for our true nature and the fortune we have.

However, this often leads us to the extreme and if we get to the limit then we end up procrastinate, we limit ourselves to show and then we just end up talk by blah blah blah blah...

“Whatever, we get it, you've been a self-quoting blowhard... What the braaavo, and where have all these articles gotten you? Always here doing the same monologue and that's it. Will you stop wasting your time!’

Right now I want to break this endless speech, with the knowledge that I feel a certain malaise in which I find myself saying to myself that there is “somethingnonva“

Ascertained that there is something is wrong and who broke the balls (and not a little) until now... How do you cohabits with this, or better still how can one discontinue?

When counting was just a verb

I Pythagoreans around 2500 years ago they created a school with the aim of understand the world in perfect manner, where “everything is number” in order to be able to explain anything leaving nothing to chance and knowing how to act on every occasion. Everything perfectly balanced, calculated, mathematical.

For the Pythagoreans everything must be rational and perfect. And then one day came the root of 2 (√2 for high school friends) to ruin everything.

Today we would say a nice “who cares“we would move on to the next TikTok and dance “I love you I love you”by Ivana Spagna who at the problems today we'll deal with it tomorrow. Only now the problem is there and it cannot magically disappear (in the metaphor above is the discovery of the root of 2), and sooner or later it goes addressed (perhaps...).

For this discovery of infinite numbers, the Pythagoreans were both enthusiastic is desperate. They had practically torn down the foundations of their “everything is number” credo, which was now no longer usable because numbers also became irrational, and reality cannot be (perhaps...).

Everything had to make sense and had to be explained... how can you live, how can you create a perfect school of thought, if this perfection in fact does not exist?

“Yes, but mind your own fucking business, people already have a thousand problems, even you put your finger in the wound, and I believe you are like that. In fact you deserve it, so you understand the discomfort you cause others, more than that...”

And it is here that Vasco, with his songs, he manages to explain in his own way what the discomfort of us human beings who have found this emptiness, this irrationality which he tries to translate into a human language that we can understand.

Translating the world into words

“Now you're going to tell me that the Pythagoreans couldn't use numbers, but Vasco did with his songs? You do know that people want to have as an example of life a normal person and not an alcoholic junkie, yes? Where do we go from here...?”

I speak of Vasco because he is an artist who in more ways than one has demonstrated that he can pulling strings that almost no other artist has managed to stir in people. The community that listens to him and adores him is unique, despite being very different people both in terms of musical taste and experience.

Vasco is the one who most of all managed to put his malaise, that feeling of imperfection and constant inadequacy to words. When you listen to his songs, a moment is created in which you find a will to live that has no equal, although the malaise is there and it is alive in his lyrics.

Finally understand that what first perceived as a enemy, actually it is always you trying to stir things up and change something that is wrong. It's just not a malaise that can be expressed in words, and so we end up feeling bad without knowing why.

A life full of troubles... there is no room for hope or illusion. Here we speak of the stark reality, the one we live whether we like it or not, so better to love it than hate it with all its faults. We must be ourselves and without expecting anything in return by not taking anything exactly for granted as in a relationship. Do it for yourself, nothing is owed to you.

Look for that irrationality and don't run away from her. Then learn to dose, otherwise you risk being swallowed up by a reckless life. A balance for some, a compromise for others... I like to see it as a choice we make every day.

Losing oneself to find oneself

If one day we do not choose, we have actually chosen to rely on the algorithm of life. Tail, stamp, signature, pass... But even here, going on autopilot in doing things ordinary is necessary in order not to get overwhelmed by the lightness of things, which would otherwise lose their meaning and would no longer be so reckless.

We risk forgetting what it means to live, and we end up pressing on the accelerator and going... where? It doesn't matter, but you make those stupid choices and sometimes meaningless. Everyone must do his journey in its own way and then tell about it over a whisky at the Roxy Bar.

We conclude by saying that all these are metaphors to say that if you do everything by the book, maybe everything will work out perfectly and it will all be fundamentally false. There is no such thing as a perfect life. Do what that part tells you irrational, where inside there are endless possibilities.

The root of 2 exists and life confronts us with a thousand difficulties. Do not ignore it, for there is no escaping reality. Love it and enjoy it for what it has been so far.

Yours,
unique,
alone.

“Irrational numbers and reckless living... sometimes even a poet”