Chicca, amica mia, but do we really have to keep talking about it? I watched the finale and okay, yes — it does tie everything together and gives some meaning to all the previous episodes... but honestly? I found those kind of slow and stretched out (just my modesttttt opinion).
And really, do we still need to say "anche i ricchi piangono" (even the rich cry)? I don't know, I’m just not feeling all this WOW, all this amore. I’m not seeing it. Am I closed off? Narrow-minded? Who knows. But hey, at least now we can put “the coconut milk is off” on an LL Bean tote and call it a vibe. Un abbraccio gigante!
True amica mia Lara, la voce della ragione, in the big scheme of life and this wicked predicament we find ourselves in, it’s irrelevant and boring and cliché. I believe I find myself in desperate need of escapism to survive. But, I would like to talk more about the “anche i ricchi piangono”. What’s the context? Because these rich people kill each other with a coconut milk that is off!
...aggiunta! And perhaps, mia cara, that is precisely the drama of ‘even the rich weep’: it is not the pain of lack, but the pain of too much, of fullness becoming emptiness.
It is the boredom of saturated senses.
It is the dull coconut milk, the metaphor of luxury that does not satiate, of excess that no longer nourishes.
It is the tired smile of those who have everything and have lost the desire to desire.
But we, who still chase the stars, who allow ourselves to be distracted by beauty, who digress and then return, perhaps we are still really alive.
What do you say, would you like to desire some more?
How could I not agree on the desperate need for escape! I’ve been chasing it for years, catching it only to lose it again, pulled back—sometimes gently, more often violently—into the world by news and noise that seem impossible to ignore if one wants to keep existing on this chaotic, beautiful spinning ball we call Earth.
And how often we forget its wonder. And even more, the wonder of the people who walk on it—so different, so strange, so magical in their own ways. But I digress (not that I ever do that—jejejeje).
Let’s go back to our beloved clichés and "anche i ricchi piangono"
Why do they? Because abundance often dulls the senses. Because comfort can be the enemy of desire. As Galimberti says—so beautifully—modern humans have lost the ability to truly desire.
Desire, from de-sidera, “the absence of stars.” To desire is to lack something, to look up, to seek, to stretch the soul toward what is not yet within reach. And when everything seems reachable—clickable, buyable, instant—what’s left to look up to?
We stop lifting our gaze.
And if we no longer look to the stars, maybe we lose something essentially human.
And what remains, then? The sky… emptied of its stars? ti abbraccio sempre troppo poco. Lara
Ugh, in Italian we say “non c’e’ più religione”, “there’s no more religion” to indicate that not even in church we are free of [insert] whatever happens in the government, in public institutions etc.
Chicca, amica mia, but do we really have to keep talking about it? I watched the finale and okay, yes — it does tie everything together and gives some meaning to all the previous episodes... but honestly? I found those kind of slow and stretched out (just my modesttttt opinion).
And really, do we still need to say "anche i ricchi piangono" (even the rich cry)? I don't know, I’m just not feeling all this WOW, all this amore. I’m not seeing it. Am I closed off? Narrow-minded? Who knows. But hey, at least now we can put “the coconut milk is off” on an LL Bean tote and call it a vibe. Un abbraccio gigante!
True amica mia Lara, la voce della ragione, in the big scheme of life and this wicked predicament we find ourselves in, it’s irrelevant and boring and cliché. I believe I find myself in desperate need of escapism to survive. But, I would like to talk more about the “anche i ricchi piangono”. What’s the context? Because these rich people kill each other with a coconut milk that is off!
...aggiunta! And perhaps, mia cara, that is precisely the drama of ‘even the rich weep’: it is not the pain of lack, but the pain of too much, of fullness becoming emptiness.
It is the boredom of saturated senses.
It is the dull coconut milk, the metaphor of luxury that does not satiate, of excess that no longer nourishes.
It is the tired smile of those who have everything and have lost the desire to desire.
But we, who still chase the stars, who allow ourselves to be distracted by beauty, who digress and then return, perhaps we are still really alive.
What do you say, would you like to desire some more?
How could I not agree on the desperate need for escape! I’ve been chasing it for years, catching it only to lose it again, pulled back—sometimes gently, more often violently—into the world by news and noise that seem impossible to ignore if one wants to keep existing on this chaotic, beautiful spinning ball we call Earth.
And how often we forget its wonder. And even more, the wonder of the people who walk on it—so different, so strange, so magical in their own ways. But I digress (not that I ever do that—jejejeje).
Let’s go back to our beloved clichés and "anche i ricchi piangono"
Why do they? Because abundance often dulls the senses. Because comfort can be the enemy of desire. As Galimberti says—so beautifully—modern humans have lost the ability to truly desire.
Desire, from de-sidera, “the absence of stars.” To desire is to lack something, to look up, to seek, to stretch the soul toward what is not yet within reach. And when everything seems reachable—clickable, buyable, instant—what’s left to look up to?
We stop lifting our gaze.
And if we no longer look to the stars, maybe we lose something essentially human.
And what remains, then? The sky… emptied of its stars? ti abbraccio sempre troppo poco. Lara
So true. Moneychangers in the temple. Ok, I'm off to no-scroll Tuesday. See you Wednesday.
Oh so “tutto il mondo e’ paese” whether it’s in church or in a temple. Also, Happy Passover!
Not only in the US, guess where else? You’re right, Russia. We pay for everything in the church.
Ugh, in Italian we say “non c’e’ più religione”, “there’s no more religion” to indicate that not even in church we are free of [insert] whatever happens in the government, in public institutions etc.