INJUSTICES

It’s incredible how often we are unfair with others. Afterwards, thinking about it, maybe it’s incredible not being even worse.

Each one of us creates its own world, and diving in its subjectivity we go along making up justifications for what’s happening. We know little about each others’ lives, because no one can really really go in the other’s head, so a lot of space remais to explain.

Space that we promptly try to fill, creating the lacking explanations. Explanations that with some probability totally miss the target.  And we keep on our journey, calmed by a fake world that, although not pleasant, is at least a world full of explanations we can understand. A world that makes more sense, safer: we know why he said or did that after all. It’s because he’s selfish. It’s because he doesn’t like me. It’s because de doesn’t care. It’s because I did that in the other day. It’s revenge, i’m sure. It can only be!

And now, hence the plot is understood, we shall react accordingly. And as we forget we’ve created a movie where the plot is likely not the real one, we remain on scene playing the role that should be ours if the characters had thought and done exactly what we invented they thought, did and meant.

Even if the book doesn't match the cover, even in front of other’s stupefaction, filled with the face of whom was tremendously wronged, hushing a fury of pure indignation, even so, as I was saying, our blindness is so big that the other’s silence only strengthens our theory. In our world everything confirms the initial creation, always us being the lords of reason, for whom no other alternative would fit, entirely swept by that safe reality, that’s after all fake, but already dominates us, contains us, pulverizes our sensibility to hear what is against the belief...

We then argue based on what we think we know, offend those who didn’t do what we thought they’ve done, and we take on attitudes that are consistent with the attitudes we made up about the others, till finally he also synchronizes the warlike mode, that mode where now contained sorrows are being vomited, where even lies are said just to hurt, because we have to defend ourselves, and if it’s war, it’s war. When anyone is right anymore, because none of that is that way.

Embedded in a corrosive feeling of great injustice, frustrated after so much effort to really try to be the best we know, we only want to  throw the towel and give up.

Indeed! Remarkable the being human at the minimum, potentially dramatic and tragic in the most common daily life... and so I say: just to be safe, lets doubt the world we make up!