Italian
When the wind is against you. Due to a strange and unpredictable chain of events, the perfect storm: there is no solution. If you turn back, you are pushed backwards, and you cannot move forward. But even for the perfect storm, there is an end. The cyclone passes and leaves debris, which is cleared away, and thoughts turn to reconstruction.
Even the most tragic news lasts for a limited time. What appears in the press and on television is never lasting, even though the ease of communication and news transmission leads to repetition. The same event can be discussed, more or less usefully, for a while. And even this time gives way to a new event, which makes the previous one forgotten.
In short, the headwind triggered by coinciding factors, not always related to the event itself, but rather to those who can gain some advantage — even just out of curiosity — from the event, concerns the individuals who are affected directly and indirectly.
We know that trauma can severely affect even those who have not experienced the event itself, but have only heard about it. Those who are in the “eye of the storm” may be luckier than those who suffer its side effects.
Entering the trauma, reliving it as if it were happening now, can help to overcome it. This is what happens when one tries to recall the emotional state that accompanied the traumatic event. In fact, in the removal of the trauma, only some components of the trauma itself are hidden: above all, the emotional memory is concealed. This must be awakened and soothed.
Since, when the wind is against us, our emotions are nullified, we reject the struggle and surrender to the headwind without resisting. When the wind is against us, therefore, curling up in a fetal position — the one that provides the most security — and waiting for the storm to pass. And then starting again.
What is it that changes the order of things? Facts or people?
Greek-Roman antiquity viewed fate as something unpredictable, inscrutable, but above all uncertain and without an end. Christian providence has promised an end, and thus hopeful trust. But neither fate nor providence gives us a reason for meaning in our lives, which is the life of each individual in the time given to them.
Neither the indecipherable plot of fate nor providence explains to the individual the mystery of events. The fragile and ungrateful Job overcomes with despair the storm that overwhelms him. He despairs: he does not pray, does not dream, does not postpone, does not accept what is, because it is too much and unjust.
There are moments in everyone’s life when it seems like we are close to grasping that happiness, that joy that we wish for ourselves. A small step forward, perhaps a “don’t give up, you can do it.”
It is the people we meet that are our first and last destiny. The people to whom we entrust what we leave behind: the bare words of summary to leave a trace of our passage.
Tolstoy invoked the light, Augustus the end of the comedy. In both cases, faith and destiny remain an unknown, so we pretend not to care, not to be afraid.
The wind is not a wall: it is just air. When the storm passes, it will be important to still be there, to start again.
