Ep. 66 Cuando la soledad aparece

El hecho de estar o sentirse solo no es algo nuevo, es un sentimiento o una situación que se lleva dando en el ser humano desde hace muchos años.

¿Por qué afecta especialmente el miedo a estar solo en nuestros días?Afectando hasta el punto de llegar a considerarse casi una enfermedad?

La filósofa y escritora Elsa Punset explica que “primero hay que pensar en qué es la soledad»
Por este motivo, hoy hablamos del miedo a estar solo/a. Vamos a entenderlo desde dos ángulos, desde dos formas de verlo:

Vamos a hablar de sus ventajas y desventajas, sus pros y sus contras, de cómo aprender a vivir la soledad desde el agradecimiento y la calma.

Vivir la soledad desde su lado amable es cada día más importante, ya nos dice Elsa Punset «corremos el riesgo de que ésta se convierta en la epidemia del siglo XXI»

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which.

Far far away, behind the word mountains

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand time.

Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.Far far away.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which.

Duden flows by their place and supplies

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand time.

Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.Far far away.

Vokalia and Consonantia

Separated they live in New York

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its originOn her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text.

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