Dragos-Sulgheru

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    "There is a river where I used to go fishing years ago. For a few days a year, its surface got covered by gargantuan swarms of mayflies, delicate winged creatures living in their adult form for just a few hours, having barely enough time to reproduce and die. A fate we all share. As mayflies, we are trapped in the evolutionary process, mechanically perpetuating life for the sake of life and nothing more.
    More than 100 billions of humans have died during our short history. Two human lives are ended every second and with them their hopes, ideals, values and beliefs. Despite our anthropocentric sense of entitlement, our importance, both as individuals and as a species, is a shared illusion. We give ourselves the importance Nature denied us, yet the Universe is indifferent to our existence and actions. Nothing really matters and there’s a peace in that. I find it comforting and liberating. Our ephemeral nature sets us free. It allows us to shatter the chains of social dogmatism and follow our own set of values and priorities. It allows us to be whoever we are without remorse and drink from the cup of life without restraints. And every sip creates a new version of ourselves.
    Our whole life is a constant metamorphosis. We are indefinite, ever-changing beings, shaped in time both by our nature and our nurture. We continuously construct and deconstruct ourselves while our character gradually assumes a unique, multy-layered structure. In the process, we both desire and fear to be known by others, rarely allowing ourselves to be fully seen for who we are. Our thoughts and feelings are often hidden behind obfuscating veils and social masks, concealing us from others and ourselves. Human interactions, even the most genuine ones, are rarely fully sincere. It’s through the cracks in our masks that we experience the World and from beneath our veils that we peek at each other."