Freedom or safety?

Freedom moves the will to live; safety, to survive. Freedom brings joy, but also insecurity that causes anguish. Security brings comfort, but also restraint, which also generates anxiety. So back to the beginning: freedom or safety?
Living safely released a statement seems somewhat poetic and superficial, since one thing always affects another viscerally. Perhaps the best way is to evaluate what we are willing to restrict liberty in the name of security. But this proposition also fails because, besides being subjective, is inconclusive. And for a mere expectation of safety, since there is no full security, we pay a high price charged when our instinctive desire for unrestricted freedom. That is: we want the freedom to live, but as a rule, we humbly opted for the security to survive.
At this point, both the ideology and its cousin, the alienation, lend themselves to minimize the fact that, deep down, life is not much more than just survive, because every one wants to give meaning to life beyond their own survival, not merely a romanticization that relieves the pressure of ceaseless struggle that is to survive physically and emotionally.

Thinness is beauty?

One of these days I saw a poster a known actress, smiling, sporting a weight loss shake. Right. The girl is really thin, but what draws attention to her is not thinness but its radiant beauty. That's the point. Advertising explores the current paranoia that thinness became synonymous with beauty. Never has a possible side effect thinness will bring the beauty of that actress. Of course, weight loss (healthy) is always welcome, considering that obesity appears as a public health issue. But here we are talking purely for appearance and a beautiful person not only for being thin. Never heard men talking about: man, that woman thinner! Likewise I can not imagine women feeling attracted to a skinny man. Maybe even only women notice the thinness of each other, but do so by a sense of competition fostered by the illusion that thinness is even synonymous with beauty.
Aesthetically, beauty is the harmonious result of various physical characteristics. That is obvious. The problem is that just paranoia will not let us see what is obvious.

Appearances do not deceive

Unsurprisingly say that we are always concealed. The human order is more than being, seem to be. We are thus because we live in society and in it the game of appearances count for much. Today social networks lend themselves to leave it even more evident. Try to make them all the best picture possible. Wrong? Obviously not. After all, everyone is free to be or appear to be what you want. Often it is what we have left a life as mass and repetitive.
But what strikes me about this is that, contrary to the adage, appearances are not deceiving. If you have eyes. Example: if I try to pass certain image of myself, maybe even able to impress those who have the same desire. But my biggest goal is not to impress other than myself, trying to confirm who will be or appear to be just. In this case, the computer screen acts as a mirror that reflects only what we want to see.

Beauty IQ

A brazilian magazine at it this week brings an unusual test to measure the IQ of the beauty of the reader. I, a mixture of vanity, curiosity, and especially the lack of what to do, I submitted to not know how many questions of this test. Obvious result: the beauty of my IQ is not the same as Brad Pitt ...
Perhaps too much importance given to beauty, which so fascinates us, expresses more than the desire to be loved and accepted, a desire for simplification. As if she was capable of the miracle of eternal happiness, a fictional counterpoint to all our troubles. Beauty offers beauty. Those who wish to relate to it more than that will be frustrated.
But back to the test, in addition to its shallowness and fragility, he neglects other human characteristics that make someone beautiful like love, kindness, wisdom, friendship, intelligence, warmth, charisma, etc.. Physical beauty is wonderful but perishable, whereas the beauty that is not seen, whose passage of time only magnifies, is much more beautiful.

Controlling nothing

I am a compulsive controller, I confess. Desire to control everything, always. It's a hell that puts me in a constant state of anxiety because, in fact, I know not control anything.
This is exhausting, especially for those who do not have a god to delegate his own desire, petty, controlling everything around them. Those who have faith, there is the breath of the belief that someone would be in control, for good and for ill.
But again, this is nothing but a mere delegation of individual desire for emotional control. So I suspect that all alike, we are visited by the anguish of loss of control, one way or another.
Perhaps the best that life would be letting ourselves be carried away by it, like a river of rapids, where there is no alternative but to take its course. The problem is we do not know where that river takes us. So succumb to the desire to swim against the current.