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La extraña manía de querer meter
a todo el mundo en una caja
Parece que, desde que uno llega a este mundo, ya le tienen un libreto preparado. Es un runrún constante, una especie de titiritero sin rostro que te empuja a pensar y actuar como se supone que debes. Y empieza con tonterías: el azul para el niño, el rosa para la niña y palos la incertidumbre ¿qué color?. Luego la cosa se pone seria: qué debes comer, a qué colegio tienes que ir, qué carrera te conviene. Cásate, ten hijos, compra la casa, el carro... caramba, si hasta te dicen cómo tienes que llevar un luto. Es como si la vida fuera un manual de instrucciones que la mayoría sigue sin chistar.
Mi amiga @charjaim lo dejó bien claro el otro día con su publicación-iniciativa Aciertos y desaciertos de encajar en sociedad/Iniciativa 37/Esa vida nuestra, recordándonos la vieja fábula del anciano, el niño y el burro. Es que es la prueba definitiva de que, hagas lo que hagas, siempre habrá alguien con el dedo levantado para señalarte. Que, si el niño va en el burro, qué abusador. Que, si sube el viejo, qué egoísta. Si se montan los dos, pobres animales. Y si caminan al lado, son un par de tontos. La cosa termina con ellos cargando al burro para no ofender a nadie. Una locura, ¿no? Jejeje.
Bing IA
Siempre hay una opinión, un juicio, una etiqueta lista para caerte encima si te sales un milímetro de la raya: "raro", "maleducado", "anárquico", "fascista"... o qué sé yo, hasta "terrorista". Son las medallas que te cuelgan en cuanto desafías eso que llaman "lo normal"; si la cumplimos encajamos, de lo contrario….
Y es que la idea de "encajar" nos la meten por los ojos desde chiquitos. Claro, a nadie le gusta que lo dejen fuera del grupo, es el pánico a romper las reglas. Pero yo creo que, en el fondo, mucha gente busca esa aprobación por una inseguridad tremenda, por no confiar en su propio criterio. La pregunta es, ¿a qué costo? Y casi siempre, el precio es carísimo: dejas de ser tú. Vivir para que el resto del mundo te aplauda es el camino más corto para olvidarte de quién eres.
A ver, que esto no es de ahora. Piensa en los romanos, con toda esa maraña de leyes y costumbres para mantener a la gente a raya. Frases como “Dura lex, sed lex” (la ley es dura, pero es la ley) eran un recordatorio constante de que el Estado mandaba más que tú. La vida de un ciudadano estaba atada a la tradición, y salirse del molde te podía salir muy, pero muy caro. En estos tiempos modernos, todo sigue igual, muchas leyes y supuestos beneficios.
Y si hablamos de control y encaje, la religión ha sido de otro nivel. Ya no solo controlaba lo que hacías, sino lo que sentías y pensabas. Las "leyes divinas" se vendieron como el único pasaje a la salvación, y desviarse sigue siendo pecado mortal, castigo eterno. El "temor de Dios" ha sido una herramienta bestial para que la gente no se salga del carril; pero, cuál carril. El pecado, la pureza, el más allá... ideas que nos han moldeado por siglos, obligándonos a entrar en un orden que, si te paras a pensarlo, ¿quién lo decidió? Aquí es donde muchos me cuestionan.
Bing IA
Con todo este rollo, yo siempre me he considerado un caballero. Pero ojo, no por esa necesidad de encajar, sino por algo mucho más simple, por mi propia comodidad y la comodidad de quienes me rodean. He ojeado el "Manual de Carreño", sí, pero no como una biblia para ser aceptado, sino como una guía para ser una mejor persona en esta selva de cemento. Para mí, la cortesía es respeto, ni más ni menos. Es una forma de que las cosas fluyan mejor en el día a día, un gesto que nace de pensar en el otro, no de obedecer a un cura o a un político con “rabo de paja”.
Francamente, el "qué dirán" me ha importado bien poco, tanto en mi vida como en plataformas como HIVE. Me han dicho de todo: que, si soy un insociable, hasta un spammer. Pero los que se han tomado un café conmigo, los que se han parado a conocerme, saben que, para mí, la confianza lo es todo. No voy buscando aplausos, prefiero conectar de verdad con la gente que valora lo auténtico. No escribo para complacer gustos, escribo para decir lo que veo, escucho y siento.
Y entonces llegó internet para terminar de volver todo un manicomio. Ese "monstruo tecnológico" del que habla @charjaim le ha dado un megáfono a un ejército de "opinólogos" que juzgan tu vida con una ligereza que asusta. Las redes sociales son el ring donde todo vale: faltar el respeto, burlarse, manipular fotos y videos... se ha vuelto el pan de cada día.
En medio de todo este ruido, la verdadera libertad está en otra parte. Está en tener el coraje de dibujar tu propio mapa, de escribir mi propia historia, de romper esos moldes que no se ajustan a mi personalidad, pues busco sentirme de sentirte a gusto en mi propia piel. No hablo de ser un rebelde sin causa, sino de pararse a pensar qué es lo que de verdad nos llena, encajes o no en la foto de los demás. Lo que importa es que encajes contigo, que te sientas bien en tus zapatos.
Bing IA
A mí me ha tocado vivir la exclusión, no por mi color de piel o mi género, sino simplemente por mi forma de ser, por esa supuesta "insociabilidad". Pero aprendí a navegar esas aguas siendo fiel a lo que pienso. La clave no fue luchar contra la corriente, sino simplemente agarrar mi propio timón, convencido de que mi verdadero yo solo se le revela a quien mira sin etiquetas.
Al final, la vida es tu viaje y tú eres el capitán, y aunque las tormentas de la opinión ajena quieran desviarte, la única brújula que sirve es la de uno mismo, la que te dice qué está bien para ti y qué te da paz. Romper un molde no es anarquía, es decir "este soy yo"; no es darle la espalda al mundo, es una declaración de independencia. Y es justo ahí, en esa búsqueda de mi propio camino, donde he encontrado la tranquilidad.
Si me tuviera que pintar en una foto, creo que sería esa: la de un caballero medio solitario, un poco quijotesco, un tipo que camina por un mundo que le grita que sea como todos, pero que elige, con calma y dignidad, su propio sendero.
Parece que, desde que uno llega a este mundo, ya le tienen un libreto preparado. Es un runrún constante, una especie de titiritero sin rostro que te empuja a pensar y actuar como se supone que debes. Y empieza con tonterías: el azul para el niño, el rosa para la niña y palos la incertidumbre ¿qué color?. Luego la cosa se pone seria: qué debes comer, a qué colegio tienes que ir, qué carrera te conviene. Cásate, ten hijos, compra la casa, el carro... caramba, si hasta te dicen cómo tienes que llevar un luto. Es como si la vida fuera un manual de instrucciones que la mayoría sigue sin chistar.
Mi amiga @charjaim lo dejó bien claro el otro día con su publicación-iniciativa Aciertos y desaciertos de encajar en sociedad/Iniciativa 37/Esa vida nuestra, recordándonos la vieja fábula del anciano, el niño y el burro. Es que es la prueba definitiva de que, hagas lo que hagas, siempre habrá alguien con el dedo levantado para señalarte. Que, si el niño va en el burro, qué abusador. Que, si sube el viejo, qué egoísta. Si se montan los dos, pobres animales. Y si caminan al lado, son un par de tontos. La cosa termina con ellos cargando al burro para no ofender a nadie. Una locura, ¿no? Jejeje.
Bing IA
Siempre hay una opinión, un juicio, una etiqueta lista para caerte encima si te sales un milímetro de la raya: "raro", "maleducado", "anárquico", "fascista"... o qué sé yo, hasta "terrorista". Son las medallas que te cuelgan en cuanto desafías eso que llaman "lo normal"; si la cumplimos encajamos, de lo contrario….
Y es que la idea de "encajar" nos la meten por los ojos desde chiquitos. Claro, a nadie le gusta que lo dejen fuera del grupo, es el pánico a romper las reglas. Pero yo creo que, en el fondo, mucha gente busca esa aprobación por una inseguridad tremenda, por no confiar en su propio criterio. La pregunta es, ¿a qué costo? Y casi siempre, el precio es carísimo: dejas de ser tú. Vivir para que el resto del mundo te aplauda es el camino más corto para olvidarte de quién eres.
A ver, que esto no es de ahora. Piensa en los romanos, con toda esa maraña de leyes y costumbres para mantener a la gente a raya. Frases como “Dura lex, sed lex” (la ley es dura, pero es la ley) eran un recordatorio constante de que el Estado mandaba más que tú. La vida de un ciudadano estaba atada a la tradición, y salirse del molde te podía salir muy, pero muy caro. En estos tiempos modernos, todo sigue igual, muchas leyes y supuestos beneficios.
Y si hablamos de control y encaje, la religión ha sido de otro nivel. Ya no solo controlaba lo que hacías, sino lo que sentías y pensabas. Las "leyes divinas" se vendieron como el único pasaje a la salvación, y desviarse sigue siendo pecado mortal, castigo eterno. El "temor de Dios" ha sido una herramienta bestial para que la gente no se salga del carril; pero, cuál carril. El pecado, la pureza, el más allá... ideas que nos han moldeado por siglos, obligándonos a entrar en un orden que, si te paras a pensarlo, ¿quién lo decidió? Aquí es donde muchos me cuestionan.
Bing IA
Con todo este rollo, yo siempre me he considerado un caballero. Pero ojo, no por esa necesidad de encajar, sino por algo mucho más simple, por mi propia comodidad y la comodidad de quienes me rodean. He ojeado el "Manual de Carreño", sí, pero no como una biblia para ser aceptado, sino como una guía para ser una mejor persona en esta selva de cemento. Para mí, la cortesía es respeto, ni más ni menos. Es una forma de que las cosas fluyan mejor en el día a día, un gesto que nace de pensar en el otro, no de obedecer a un cura o a un político con “rabo de paja”.
Francamente, el "qué dirán" me ha importado bien poco, tanto en mi vida como en plataformas como HIVE. Me han dicho de todo: que, si soy un insociable, hasta un spammer. Pero los que se han tomado un café conmigo, los que se han parado a conocerme, saben que, para mí, la confianza lo es todo. No voy buscando aplausos, prefiero conectar de verdad con la gente que valora lo auténtico. No escribo para complacer gustos, escribo para decir lo que veo, escucho y siento.
Y entonces llegó internet para terminar de volver todo un manicomio. Ese "monstruo tecnológico" del que habla @charjaim le ha dado un megáfono a un ejército de "opinólogos" que juzgan tu vida con una ligereza que asusta. Las redes sociales son el ring donde todo vale: faltar el respeto, burlarse, manipular fotos y videos... se ha vuelto el pan de cada día.
En medio de todo este ruido, la verdadera libertad está en otra parte. Está en tener el coraje de dibujar tu propio mapa, de escribir mi propia historia, de romper esos moldes que no se ajustan a mi personalidad, pues busco sentirme de sentirte a gusto en mi propia piel. No hablo de ser un rebelde sin causa, sino de pararse a pensar qué es lo que de verdad nos llena, encajes o no en la foto de los demás. Lo que importa es que encajes contigo, que te sientas bien en tus zapatos.
Bing IA
A mí me ha tocado vivir la exclusión, no por mi color de piel o mi género, sino simplemente por mi forma de ser, por esa supuesta "insociabilidad". Pero aprendí a navegar esas aguas siendo fiel a lo que pienso. La clave no fue luchar contra la corriente, sino simplemente agarrar mi propio timón, convencido de que mi verdadero yo solo se le revela a quien mira sin etiquetas.
Al final, la vida es tu viaje y tú eres el capitán, y aunque las tormentas de la opinión ajena quieran desviarte, la única brújula que sirve es la de uno mismo, la que te dice qué está bien para ti y qué te da paz. Romper un molde no es anarquía, es decir "este soy yo"; no es darle la espalda al mundo, es una declaración de independencia. Y es justo ahí, en esa búsqueda de mi propio camino, donde he encontrado la tranquilidad.
Si me tuviera que pintar en una foto, creo que sería esa: la de un caballero medio solitario, un poco quijotesco, un tipo que camina por un mundo que le grita que sea como todos, pero que elige, con calma y dignidad, su propio sendero.
Hace poco he sido invitado a participar en la iniciativa Aciertos y desaciertos de encajar en sociedad #37 Esa Vida Nuestra y sencillamente uno se siente tentado a dejar su granito de arena, tal cual lo he hecho.
Pues bien, no me queda de otra, sino de aprovechar e invitar al amigo @silher y a la amiga @sacra97, me gustaría conocer sus puntos de vista sobre este amplio tema de nunca acabar.
Portada de la publicación del amigo @emiliorios
Creciendo como persona, busca y encuentra lo que necesitas para ser un mejor humano en la Comunidad Holos&Lotus. De seguro, hay un tema que te llamará la atención.
Infografía propia de la Comunidad Holos&Lotus
Dedicado a todos aquellos que, día a día, hacen del mundo un lugar mejor.
The strange obsession with wanting to put
everyone in a box
It seems that from the moment you arrive in this world, they already have a script prepared for you. It's a constant buzz, a kind of faceless puppeteer that pushes you to think and act as you're supposed to. And it starts with nonsense: blue for boys, pink for girls. Then things get serious: what you should eat, what school you should go to, what career is right for you. Get married, have children, buy a house, a car... heck, they even tell you how to mourn. It's as if life were an instruction manual that most people follow without question.
My friend @charjaim made it very clear the other day with her post-initiative [The rights and wrongs of fitting into society/Initiative 37/Our life] (https://ecency.com/hive-131951/@charjaim/aciertos-y-desaciertos-de-encajar), reminding us of the old fable of the old man, the boy, and the donkey. It's the ultimate proof that, no matter what you do, there will always be someone pointing a finger at you. If the boy rides the donkey, what an abuser. If the old man rides it, what a selfish person. If they both ride it, poor animals. And if they walk beside it, they're a couple of fools. It ends with them carrying the donkey so as not to offend anyone. Crazy, isn't it? Heh, heh, heh.
Bing AI
There is always an opinion, a judgment, a label ready to be thrown at you if you stray even a millimeter from the norm: “weird,” “rude,” “anarchist,” ‘fascist’... or even “terrorist.” These are the labels they pin on you when you challenge what they call “normal”; if we comply, we fit in, if not...
The idea of “fitting in” is drummed into us from an early age. Of course, no one likes to be left out of the group; it's the fear of breaking the rules. But I think that, deep down, many people seek that approval because of tremendous insecurity, because they don't trust their own judgment. The question is, at what cost? And almost always, the price is very high: you stop being yourself. Living for the rest of the world to applaud you is the shortest route to forgetting who you are.
Let's see, this isn't something new. Think about the Romans, with all that tangle of laws and customs to keep people in line. Phrases like “Dura lex, sed lex” (the law is harsh, but it is the law) were a constant reminder that the state ruled over you. A citizen's life was bound by tradition, and stepping out of line could be very, very costly. In these modern times, everything remains the same, with many laws and supposed benefits.
And when it comes to control and conformity, religion has been on another level. It no longer just controlled what you did, but what you felt and thought. “Divine laws” were sold as the only path to salvation, and straying from them is still a mortal sin, punishable by eternal damnation. The “fear of God” has been a powerful tool to keep people in line, but what line? Sin, purity, the afterlife... ideas that have shaped us for centuries, forcing us into an order that, if you stop to think about it, who decided? This is where many question me.
Bing AI
With all this talk, I have always considered myself a gentleman. But mind you, not because of a need to fit in, but for something much simpler: my own comfort and the comfort of those around me. I have glanced through Carreño's Manual, yes, but not as a bible for acceptance, but as a guide to being a better person in this concrete jungle. For me, courtesy is respect, no more, no less. It's a way to make things flow better in everyday life, a gesture that comes from thinking about others, not from obeying a priest or a politician with a “skeleton in the closet.”
Frankly, I haven't cared much about “what people will say,” both in my life and on platforms like HIVE. I've been called everything from unsociable to a spammer. But those who have had a coffee with me, those who have stopped to get to know me, know that, for me, trust is everything. I'm not looking for applause; I prefer to connect with people who value authenticity. I don't write to please others; I write to say what I see, hear, and feel.
And then the internet arrived to turn everything into a complete madhouse. That “technological monster” that @charjaim talks about has given a megaphone to an army of “opinionators” who judge your life with frightening levity. Social media is the ring where anything goes: disrespect, mockery, manipulating photos and videos... it has become commonplace.
Amidst all this noise, true freedom lies elsewhere. It lies in having the courage to draw your own map, to write your own story, to break those molds that don't fit your personality, because you want to feel comfortable in your own skin. I'm not talking about being a rebel without a cause, but about stopping to think about what truly fulfills us, whether or not we fit into other people's picture. What matters is that you fit in with yourself, that you feel good in your own shoes.
Bing AI
I have experienced exclusion, not because of my skin color or gender, but simply because of who I am, because of my supposed “unsociability.” But I learned to navigate those waters, staying true to what I believe. The key was not to fight against the current, but simply to take control of my own helm, convinced that my true self is only revealed to those who look beyond labels.
In the end, life is your journey and you are the captain, and even if the storms of other people's opinions try to steer you off course, the only compass that works is your own, the one that tells you what is right for you and what gives you peace. Breaking the mold is not anarchy, it is saying, “this is who I am”; it is not turning your back on the world, it is a declaration of independence. And it is precisely there, in that search for my own path, where I have found peace.
If I had to paint myself in a picture, I think it would be this one: a somewhat solitary gentleman, a bit like Don Quixote, a man who walks through a world that tells him to be like everyone else, but who calmly and with dignity chooses his own path.
I was recently invited to participate in the initiative Successes and failures of fitting into society #37 Esa Vida Nuestra, and one simply feels tempted to do one's bit, as I have done.
Well, I have no choice but to take advantage of this opportunity and invite my friends @josegilberto and @beaescribe. I would like to hear their views on this broad and never-ending topic.
Cover of the publication by my friend @emiliorios
Growing as a person, seek and find what you need to be a better person in the Holos&Lotus Community. Surely, there's a topic that will catch your attention.
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Dedicado a todos aquellos que, día a día, hacen del mundo un lugar mejor.
The strange obsession with wanting to put
everyone in a box
It seems that from the moment you arrive in this world, they already have a script prepared for you. It's a constant buzz, a kind of faceless puppeteer that pushes you to think and act as you're supposed to. And it starts with nonsense: blue for boys, pink for girls. Then things get serious: what you should eat, what school you should go to, what career is right for you. Get married, have children, buy a house, a car... heck, they even tell you how to mourn. It's as if life were an instruction manual that most people follow without question.
My friend @charjaim made it very clear the other day with her post-initiative [The rights and wrongs of fitting into society/Initiative 37/Our life] (https://ecency.com/hive-131951/@charjaim/aciertos-y-desaciertos-de-encajar), reminding us of the old fable of the old man, the boy, and the donkey. It's the ultimate proof that, no matter what you do, there will always be someone pointing a finger at you. If the boy rides the donkey, what an abuser. If the old man rides it, what a selfish person. If they both ride it, poor animals. And if they walk beside it, they're a couple of fools. It ends with them carrying the donkey so as not to offend anyone. Crazy, isn't it? Heh, heh, heh.
Bing AI
There is always an opinion, a judgment, a label ready to be thrown at you if you stray even a millimeter from the norm: “weird,” “rude,” “anarchist,” ‘fascist’... or even “terrorist.” These are the labels they pin on you when you challenge what they call “normal”; if we comply, we fit in, if not...
The idea of “fitting in” is drummed into us from an early age. Of course, no one likes to be left out of the group; it's the fear of breaking the rules. But I think that, deep down, many people seek that approval because of tremendous insecurity, because they don't trust their own judgment. The question is, at what cost? And almost always, the price is very high: you stop being yourself. Living for the rest of the world to applaud you is the shortest route to forgetting who you are.
Let's see, this isn't something new. Think about the Romans, with all that tangle of laws and customs to keep people in line. Phrases like “Dura lex, sed lex” (the law is harsh, but it is the law) were a constant reminder that the state ruled over you. A citizen's life was bound by tradition, and stepping out of line could be very, very costly. In these modern times, everything remains the same, with many laws and supposed benefits.
And when it comes to control and conformity, religion has been on another level. It no longer just controlled what you did, but what you felt and thought. “Divine laws” were sold as the only path to salvation, and straying from them is still a mortal sin, punishable by eternal damnation. The “fear of God” has been a powerful tool to keep people in line, but what line? Sin, purity, the afterlife... ideas that have shaped us for centuries, forcing us into an order that, if you stop to think about it, who decided? This is where many question me.
Bing AI
With all this talk, I have always considered myself a gentleman. But mind you, not because of a need to fit in, but for something much simpler: my own comfort and the comfort of those around me. I have glanced through Carreño's Manual, yes, but not as a bible for acceptance, but as a guide to being a better person in this concrete jungle. For me, courtesy is respect, no more, no less. It's a way to make things flow better in everyday life, a gesture that comes from thinking about others, not from obeying a priest or a politician with a “skeleton in the closet.”
Frankly, I haven't cared much about “what people will say,” both in my life and on platforms like HIVE. I've been called everything from unsociable to a spammer. But those who have had a coffee with me, those who have stopped to get to know me, know that, for me, trust is everything. I'm not looking for applause; I prefer to connect with people who value authenticity. I don't write to please others; I write to say what I see, hear, and feel.
And then the internet arrived to turn everything into a complete madhouse. That “technological monster” that @charjaim talks about has given a megaphone to an army of “opinionators” who judge your life with frightening levity. Social media is the ring where anything goes: disrespect, mockery, manipulating photos and videos... it has become commonplace.
Amidst all this noise, true freedom lies elsewhere. It lies in having the courage to draw your own map, to write your own story, to break those molds that don't fit your personality, because you want to feel comfortable in your own skin. I'm not talking about being a rebel without a cause, but about stopping to think about what truly fulfills us, whether or not we fit into other people's picture. What matters is that you fit in with yourself, that you feel good in your own shoes.
Bing AI
I have experienced exclusion, not because of my skin color or gender, but simply because of who I am, because of my supposed “unsociability.” But I learned to navigate those waters, staying true to what I believe. The key was not to fight against the current, but simply to take control of my own helm, convinced that my true self is only revealed to those who look beyond labels.
In the end, life is your journey and you are the captain, and even if the storms of other people's opinions try to steer you off course, the only compass that works is your own, the one that tells you what is right for you and what gives you peace. Breaking the mold is not anarchy, it is saying, “this is who I am”; it is not turning your back on the world, it is a declaration of independence. And it is precisely there, in that search for my own path, where I have found peace.
If I had to paint myself in a picture, I think it would be this one: a somewhat solitary gentleman, a bit like Don Quixote, a man who walks through a world that tells him to be like everyone else, but who calmly and with dignity chooses his own path.
It seems that from the moment you arrive in this world, they already have a script prepared for you. It's a constant buzz, a kind of faceless puppeteer that pushes you to think and act as you're supposed to. And it starts with nonsense: blue for boys, pink for girls. Then things get serious: what you should eat, what school you should go to, what career is right for you. Get married, have children, buy a house, a car... heck, they even tell you how to mourn. It's as if life were an instruction manual that most people follow without question.
My friend @charjaim made it very clear the other day with her post-initiative [The rights and wrongs of fitting into society/Initiative 37/Our life] (https://ecency.com/hive-131951/@charjaim/aciertos-y-desaciertos-de-encajar), reminding us of the old fable of the old man, the boy, and the donkey. It's the ultimate proof that, no matter what you do, there will always be someone pointing a finger at you. If the boy rides the donkey, what an abuser. If the old man rides it, what a selfish person. If they both ride it, poor animals. And if they walk beside it, they're a couple of fools. It ends with them carrying the donkey so as not to offend anyone. Crazy, isn't it? Heh, heh, heh.
Bing AI
There is always an opinion, a judgment, a label ready to be thrown at you if you stray even a millimeter from the norm: “weird,” “rude,” “anarchist,” ‘fascist’... or even “terrorist.” These are the labels they pin on you when you challenge what they call “normal”; if we comply, we fit in, if not...
The idea of “fitting in” is drummed into us from an early age. Of course, no one likes to be left out of the group; it's the fear of breaking the rules. But I think that, deep down, many people seek that approval because of tremendous insecurity, because they don't trust their own judgment. The question is, at what cost? And almost always, the price is very high: you stop being yourself. Living for the rest of the world to applaud you is the shortest route to forgetting who you are.
Let's see, this isn't something new. Think about the Romans, with all that tangle of laws and customs to keep people in line. Phrases like “Dura lex, sed lex” (the law is harsh, but it is the law) were a constant reminder that the state ruled over you. A citizen's life was bound by tradition, and stepping out of line could be very, very costly. In these modern times, everything remains the same, with many laws and supposed benefits.
And when it comes to control and conformity, religion has been on another level. It no longer just controlled what you did, but what you felt and thought. “Divine laws” were sold as the only path to salvation, and straying from them is still a mortal sin, punishable by eternal damnation. The “fear of God” has been a powerful tool to keep people in line, but what line? Sin, purity, the afterlife... ideas that have shaped us for centuries, forcing us into an order that, if you stop to think about it, who decided? This is where many question me.
Bing AI
With all this talk, I have always considered myself a gentleman. But mind you, not because of a need to fit in, but for something much simpler: my own comfort and the comfort of those around me. I have glanced through Carreño's Manual, yes, but not as a bible for acceptance, but as a guide to being a better person in this concrete jungle. For me, courtesy is respect, no more, no less. It's a way to make things flow better in everyday life, a gesture that comes from thinking about others, not from obeying a priest or a politician with a “skeleton in the closet.”
Frankly, I haven't cared much about “what people will say,” both in my life and on platforms like HIVE. I've been called everything from unsociable to a spammer. But those who have had a coffee with me, those who have stopped to get to know me, know that, for me, trust is everything. I'm not looking for applause; I prefer to connect with people who value authenticity. I don't write to please others; I write to say what I see, hear, and feel.
And then the internet arrived to turn everything into a complete madhouse. That “technological monster” that @charjaim talks about has given a megaphone to an army of “opinionators” who judge your life with frightening levity. Social media is the ring where anything goes: disrespect, mockery, manipulating photos and videos... it has become commonplace.
Amidst all this noise, true freedom lies elsewhere. It lies in having the courage to draw your own map, to write your own story, to break those molds that don't fit your personality, because you want to feel comfortable in your own skin. I'm not talking about being a rebel without a cause, but about stopping to think about what truly fulfills us, whether or not we fit into other people's picture. What matters is that you fit in with yourself, that you feel good in your own shoes.
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I have experienced exclusion, not because of my skin color or gender, but simply because of who I am, because of my supposed “unsociability.” But I learned to navigate those waters, staying true to what I believe. The key was not to fight against the current, but simply to take control of my own helm, convinced that my true self is only revealed to those who look beyond labels.
In the end, life is your journey and you are the captain, and even if the storms of other people's opinions try to steer you off course, the only compass that works is your own, the one that tells you what is right for you and what gives you peace. Breaking the mold is not anarchy, it is saying, “this is who I am”; it is not turning your back on the world, it is a declaration of independence. And it is precisely there, in that search for my own path, where I have found peace.
If I had to paint myself in a picture, I think it would be this one: a somewhat solitary gentleman, a bit like Don Quixote, a man who walks through a world that tells him to be like everyone else, but who calmly and with dignity chooses his own path.
I was recently invited to participate in the initiative Successes and failures of fitting into society #37 Esa Vida Nuestra, and one simply feels tempted to do one's bit, as I have done.
Well, I have no choice but to take advantage of this opportunity and invite my friends @josegilberto and @beaescribe. I would like to hear their views on this broad and never-ending topic.
Cover of the publication by my friend @emiliorios
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