A short time ago, in unsuspecting times, I found myself involved in a conversation that today seems almost premonitory. I was talking about my inability to reason without a touch of romanticism any area I touched and it was suggested to me that at work I had to maintain coldness, cynicism, attenuated malice, abandon the tenderness from which I often let myself be gently cradled (“because it is easy to protect oneself by clinging to her”) to reason in terms of interests, objectives, remuneration.
True... nothing to say otherwise, yet the same evening, reasoning on what has been said, I tried to understand what the pros and cons of acting in a purely rational way, only when the emotions go out of the game autonomously, when they choose it alone .
I have a book at home, here in Milan, it is called “The imperfect choice” and it contains a chapter “The role of emotions” which explains exactly what I would have liked to explain, without however providing sufficient supports that support my thesis:
“Traditional economic models have mostly excluded the study of emotions from the analysis of decision-making processes, highlighting, on the contrary, the aspects that we could define as “rational” of the human cognitive system. Recent studies, integrating the developments of the psychology of emotions (capable of redirecting the data provided by neuroscience), however, have highlighted how emotions and the management of the same characterize the development of decisions in a strict way, even in traditionally defined contexts rational […]”.
Here I am, almost thirty days later, in front of a world forcedly thrown into your home, that the tenderness (emotion) had completely forgotten it and that now it’s forced to put her back on the field, to give her a thought and try to understand how to use her.
We are in the third week of imprisonment, thoughts thicken, after the initial adrenaline, the discomfort as a natural consequence to follow it, here is the role of emotions.
Emotions come into play when rationality has run its course, when it is not strong enough to suffocate them. They shout, when we realize that we have to fight against something immensely bigger than we, unknown, faceless, that we have perhaps identified as powerful enough to make useless, or useful in our stillness. In an era in which we thought that not even a nuclear bomb would have been able to knock down the ingenuity with which we had built ourselves and with which we had built our domain. We are in the third week and we are aware of the impact that the disease has had on us.
We navigate within ourselves because we cannot go out and it is right in there that we ask ourselves what will happen, because at the moment we do not see the aftereffects, the overload of information confuses us and we do not sincerely know where to look to visualize a glimmer of hope to end to a period that already seems like an eternity.
We are looking for the peak to be able to enjoy the decrease, we are startled because we are aware, but still amazed by the violent wave that has overwhelmed us.
Let's imagine what it will be like when the order returns, if it comes back we ask...
The third week is in the hands of my emotions, and no, I don't know if everything will be fine but I will continue to ask myself and to entrust myself to my tenderness from which, in this third week, I gently rock myself (“because it is easy to protect yourself by getting hold of her”).
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