We’ve all panicked at least once in our lives by this word. In whichever union,co-union,reunion,division. In a relationship,in business,in marriage,in the community,in the society,in politics.
What is panic?
It is the sudden fear that is caused by a disaster,when your life or of those around you is being threatened. It is the fear of ravage,the fear of death. And we’re all shit scared of our death,so is our nature. We’re faced with it from our birth,which is a very scary and traumatic experience. We’re scared because our body is designed to stay alive.
This reaction of severe stress,panic,may be proportionate to the disaster,or disproportionate. Like being in a war as opposed to being close to a pigeon. (Wow. That turned out to be symbolic.)
A war might actually kill you. A pigeon or ten on the other hand…probably not.
The thought of compromise has made a lot of us passionate Mediterraneans panic. That we’re losing our freedom. That we’re losing ourselves. That we ravage,vanish,*kaput* through that compromise. That’s because at that point in time,our ability to comprehend ourselves,our self image suffers. Our identity is so fragile that any change shall harm us,shall shatter our fragile selves. And ravage us.
We make the fear of any compromise equal to the fear of war. And many of us don’t even realize how disproportionate that is.
Compromise shall kill us…probably not.
Compromise has not to do with losing any previous freedom,but with the building of a new balance. A compromising one. An adult one. Where adulthood means maturity. A task that requires work. Things don’t magically fix themselves in the adult world.
Everything changes,life goes on,changes,happens. We can’t undo what’s done. We adjust to the changes of our times. We survive. One day we’re all going to die,we all know it,and we all wish it were otherwise. That’s why we try to make our life matter,to have a meaning.
One has to compromise with life though,if one wants to live it.
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It’s so simple really!
Unless we realize that for a lot of us the meaning of life is revenge rather than compromise.
And to them it is as simple and fair as is compromize for others (me).
Is it just coincidental that the animals in the picture are donkeys? Cypriot donkeys are a rare,endemic breed unique to our island –just like our problem…
@mila:em yeah “milaz”not mila….
@milaz:Well,what do you know…another symbolism.
Compromise today is a revolutionary act:it breaks down the foundations of the politics of death. Compromise is the way forward.
another try at a definition…
“compromise”is the recognition of the “other”[as fundamentally different from our self] as neither threatening nor invisible..
this “other”is bound to puzzle…but that may be all the charm in a world in which the “unknown”is the path through which we create meaning…
i know i know..people [some people who also like to impose their panic onothers i would say] like boxes and certainties..black and white..
but then they do fall in love [at least] which is a longing for the other..of course people in panic fall in love as campaign to own bodies..and that only aggravates the initial panic..but the longing is there..
panic may be the fear of death,but i suspect it is also the fear of living..as zorba [via kazantzakis] said “life is trouble,only death isn’t”..
i think we mediterraneans,people of the lake-border of 3 continents,should bring to the surface our other traditions..of exploring the unknown,of accepting the other…geographically,erotically,politically..
etc