We are fragile, but that is not the problem

We are fragile. Very fragile.
But the problem is not that we are fragile.
It is that we act as if we were not.
But that’s still not the real reason I’m writing to you today.
I am not telling you that we should have a thousand precautions, even if sometimes it would be better to have a few more than a few less.
I am suggesting that we should live thinking that we are very delicate, that our body, even if in perfect health, can abandon its certainties with warnings of even just a handful of minutes.
POOF! Now you are at the maximum, in an hour you could be who knows where, and everything, I repeat 'everything', would continue to live as always, even without you, for better or for worse.
Everything would continue to live its own passions and idiosyncrasies. Each subject would continue to think about its own aptitudes, even without you.
And what would you do in this case? The whole world of your worries and anxieties would suddenly fall to the bottom of your priorities., and you would have no other childish belief than your own life.
Instead, what do we do? We are hard to die. We convince ourselves that we are invincible with a glass of wine on an empty stomach and an AI puppet that seems to talk about us from the box.
Nobody cares what you do and if you do it wrong.
Your mistakes will go unnoticed. They will remain imprinted on the retinas for a few moments, then they will return ignored, fragile themselves.
It is difficult to accept, but we are quickly forgettable matter. We have some persistence among the people who are very close to us. The rest are words in the fog.
Finding a hesitation in what we publish, amid fears for what people might think, is like having written without the use of vowels.
We are so fragile that if we disappeared right now, few would notice the event, no one would remember it beyond tomorrow night.
So I ask you: Is it really worth having a thousand worries to publish this thing that you have wanted to publish for weeks, but have never had the courage to publish?

