There are a lot of things we want in life: a profession that fulfils us, an intense affective life, travels, friends, discoveries. But if I had to summarize in a single word what I consider to be the most important achievement, this word would be: INDEPENDENCE.
There is no one who does not dream of working on his own, being a master of himself. Those who succeed do not trade for anything. How to achieve this? Mastering a craft, going beyond what others have learned, doing things their own way, risking. It seems difficult ... and it is.
It is even harder to be independent in love. Passion does not enter into this conversation. When we are in love we are all dependent on phone calls, e-mails, declarations, constant presence. But love, which is a later stage, more serene and safer than passion, allows the development of independence. You do not have to be everywhere your love is, you do not have to agree with everything he/she thinks, you do not have to give up all your projects, you hold up, you count, you exist.
There are people who do not give it up for pure convenience. He/she prefers to be a shadow. He /she defends himself by saying that he/she has no other way. Lie. It's a choice. Go alone to the movies, pay your debts, travel, drive, do not worry (so much) with the opinion of others. Knowing how to cook for oneself, entertaining oneself with solitary habits such as reading, taking a taxi, solving one's problems, making decisions with confidence.
Not to "need" others, but to count on others for what they are irreplaceable: company, sex, laughter, friendship, comfort.
If you have not yet reached this stage, climb an imaginary horse and give your cry for independence.
Being tied to the life of others makes you live less yours. Nothing to be taken for granted just so as not to bother.
It gets in the way. DEPENDENCE IS DEATH.
There is no one who does not dream of working on his own, being a master of himself. Those who succeed do not trade for anything. How to achieve this? Mastering a craft, going beyond what others have learned, doing things their own way, risking. It seems difficult ... and it is.
It is even harder to be independent in love. Passion does not enter into this conversation. When we are in love we are all dependent on phone calls, e-mails, declarations, constant presence. But love, which is a later stage, more serene and safer than passion, allows the development of independence. You do not have to be everywhere your love is, you do not have to agree with everything he/she thinks, you do not have to give up all your projects, you hold up, you count, you exist.
There are people who do not give it up for pure convenience. He/she prefers to be a shadow. He /she defends himself by saying that he/she has no other way. Lie. It's a choice. Go alone to the movies, pay your debts, travel, drive, do not worry (so much) with the opinion of others. Knowing how to cook for oneself, entertaining oneself with solitary habits such as reading, taking a taxi, solving one's problems, making decisions with confidence.
Not to "need" others, but to count on others for what they are irreplaceable: company, sex, laughter, friendship, comfort.
If you have not yet reached this stage, climb an imaginary horse and give your cry for independence.
Being tied to the life of others makes you live less yours. Nothing to be taken for granted just so as not to bother.
It gets in the way. DEPENDENCE IS DEATH.
