martes, 5 de junio de 2012

Cocooned vs Engaged







The distance from ourselves within us, the distance from our loved ones, our friends, our peers, our heroes, our strangers, seems almost inconceivable nowadays. This remoteness has grown to become a very indistinctive line that appears to wave and lean sometimes towards one side, and sometimes towards the other. A streak that is now and again darker, now and again just about invisible.




What may we owe this to? Could it be the increasingly rapid technological knowledge and advancement? Would we rather submerge ourselves in a world created artificially!?





While cocooned, everything appears safe, even in situations that may in reality not be so. This illusion being such precisely because we live, although just for a moment, in a world created by our preferences, as a consequence resulting ideal and perfect.


Yet more often than not we misunderstand our means to get there, this point of ecstasy, being misguided by the idea that we need to separate ourselves from the real world in order to submerge into this other. But the truth of the matter is that fortunately or unfortunately we can –too easily– accomplish this. Frequently all we need is to disconnect one of our senses, allowing it to be free and lead the way into a different version of the reality we normally perceive.




We are cocooned in someone’s arms.
We are cocooned in an aroma.
We are cocooned in a memory.
In a word.
We are cocooned in a feeling.
We are cocooned by the weather, by a taste.
We are cocooned in trances.

Underwater, toys, warmth, home, music, caresses.. they surround us, and protect us. We are cocooned; we are safe.




But way not engage? Why not participate?!
Live, experience, learn, makes mistakes, fall, get back up again.. these are the fears that drive us to hide and take cover.

Could it be a matter of personality?
Of experiences that have marked us? For a short period of time, or forever?

Does forever even exist?
Would it be a waste to seclude ourselves!?


The same things that protect us, hurt us. Todo depende del cristal con el que se mira.


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