Some may argue that creates stamina, resilience, strength. I say that it creates "fastidio " an Italian word that means disturbance and molestation, that it creates unnecessary work and that it complicates the journey.
The solution: staying away from rough seas and enjoy the view of it.
Lately I feel I am metaphorically drowning in the rough seas of this stupid life. Except I am not choosing to go swimming in these types of sea. My sea wants to be calm, warm, inviting. Instead , I always end up being tossed to and fro by the high waves that others make in my sea but which they refuse to acknowledge as high waves, affirming that they are small, inconsequential splashes.
With strangers, I have the option to stay away from those who cause these high waves. With family, what am I to do? What are my options? I don't feel that going back to the shore would be well taken, so I try to ride the waves but the debris that accumulates in my bathing suit is too much for me to handle. I physically can't, as much as I desire to, overcome the waves.
A potential solution could be that we stopped making waves for those around us, thus allowing them to enjoy the swim in calmer seas. Because, in the end, we complicate each other's journey so much.
So, being present, attentive to details, collaborating, being truthful and honest, being realistic and responsible.
Would these actions help reduce the intensity and height of the waves so we can all enjoy the swim a little more?
In the end, I am Italian. It is in my DNA to desire calm seas and beauty everyday.
My husband is a British/American overachiever, always looking for the next thing to achieve, without much pleasure.
But wait... I thought he also married me to have that element- pleasure- present I his everyday life...
Why is he trapping me and him self in high waves?
