Saddle Pad For Tailbone Injury

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We live, now is certainly, in a strange society, full of inconsistencies and reversal of what are the values.

We live now immersed in a honey-like fluid that surrounds our spirit and knocked him out before the facts of consciousness, before moral reflux, before social obligations.

By now everything is permitted and lawful, and no reference should be considered if not our boundless desire to everything. We live in a

society that has made a commitment icon, when we are not committed to work, we are for personal interests, when we work commitments are committed to our right to relax, when we are not engaged in small daily duties we are to find the well-being of our body.

scream that we do, we have work to do, and rest when we scream that we are entitled to relaxation disturbs us that every thing should be discarded.

We only see our garden and do not want it to look lunge, to stop, observe, and reflect. We have no time, all too fast, eat, sleep, work, play and bathe.

Commitment is the word these days abusta.

I'm a busy man, I'm a busy woman.

Always busy, above, below, sideways.

And, paradoxically, is regarded with suspicion and condescension, who enjoys light-hearted and free from imaginary engagements: slacker character that is labeled.

Who has trouble with commitment is removed, pointing to him as an enemy as someone to avoid, because it is a virus that could affect our health. And our inner stillness. Comfortable and clean, we are at peace with ourselves and we do not want any kind of internal examinations.

We are too busy to follow common pathways and strabattutti, frayed, all they do not even have time to think about to consider an alternative.

An alternative for us and our time.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months spent chasing stereotypical clichés, and so we spend our lives for commitments that are not of our nature, in fact wasting this infinitesimal amount of time that is our life on this planet.

We committed to the end, until the last minute of our existence, and we will be equally confident that our end of the waste rock will weigh on us immovable. A vacuous waste of time to chase ghosts.

We were engaged and we are dead men.

There is never a doubt that there is something wrong with our world and our way of life, never doubt for a viable alternative for our heart that we miss?

We are so unwise in this modern society, we have lost the faculty of the doubt, uncertainty and we believe that our way is the only right one.

We are so similar to each other forming a molasses all conscience all the same gray uniform at all usual behavior that we believe the only possible worth noting.

Committed.

Committed and deaths in the soul.