We complained every year about the preparations for Christmas, the rush for gifts, the planning of the menu.
We've complained every year because we didn't feel like putting up the tree, seeing our aunt back from the north, our mother's sister-in-law's cousins' children, or our mother-in-law. This year we're given the option of not seeing anyone, and what do we do? We're complaining anyway!
We're never satisfied; complaining is innate, it's the human condition. Or perhaps we miss those social relationships that are no longer so obvious. And we miss them precisely for this reason, because they're no longer at the discretion of our own desires and will, but suggested and regulated, measured out to do us the least harm possible.
But this slowdown isn't necessarily a bad thing. Stepping back allows us to look at a work of art in its entirety. Let's take them, it will appear more beautiful!
We're all constantly connected, constantly learning about the news, hyper-stimulated by images, posts, stories, tweets. We forget that the brain is a slow machine, and all this rushing around causes us anxiety.
So let's slow down, let's follow neurobiology, let's not chase old-fashioned party models, let's learn to use the parachute we've been given.
Let's slowly let it lead us, let's put our feet on the ground, turn on the lights, set the table, and celebrate this Christmas. Let's try to abandon the idea of ββmaking it seem "normal," because it isn't: one thing is certain, it will be unique, and we will remember it.
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But you can always eat a lot, drink well, and indulge in sweets.
Hug each other with your eyes.
Merry Christmas from the Estate!




