——————->. superficiality

The world is full of so many things and so empty of consistency. We experience a flood of nothingness and drown in emptiness.

Sometimes, as I walk the streets, taking in the hustle and bustle around me, I can't help but feel a strange dissonance. The world is, paradoxically, full of so many things – children, images, voices, lights, information and indoctrination – and yet this abundance seems to carry an almost palpable emptiness. It's as if we were surrounded by a sea of ​​information and stimuli that, instead of enriching us, would drown us in an abyss of superficiality.

I feel like we are facing a flood out of nowhere. With every notification that arrives on my cell phone, with every post I scroll across the screen, I feel like I'm drowning in an ocean of trivialities. Social networks, which promise connection, often become a space where convenience dissolves, giving way to incessant competition for attention and approval. What should be a window to the world often becomes an opaque curtain, obscuring the nuances of real life.

In this turbulence, I realize that the things that surround us – goods, trends, opinions and information – do not have the consistency we are looking for. They are ephemeral, fleeting, like waves that break on the sand, like packaging that disguises a non-existent product. Superficiality creeps into our interactions, and what was once meaningful dialogue turns into empty exchanges of words, like echoes in a deserted hallway. Human contact, which should be a balm for the soul, becomes a commodity, something to be consumed quickly before moving on to the next distraction.

And then I ask myself: where is the meaning? Where are the experiences that really touch and transform us? I often feel like I'm sailing in a leaky boat, trying desperately to keep the water out as the floodwaters continue to threaten my balance. What do you do when life seems like a parade of things that don't resonate, a light show that doesn't illuminate?

Reflection leads me to realize that it is not the quantity of things around me that defines my reality, but rather the quality

I can't be interested in empty bodies, empty minds

I see beautiful women with great beauty potential

but when they open their mouth nothing comes out,

men concerned about bodybuilding, but completely idiots,

walks as if walking with a herd of animals

walking to slaughter

beauty is completely manipulated, but intellect is not, I see this clearly,

Beauty only matters in the first 15 minutes. So you have to have something more to offer.

At most, beauty is important in the first fifteen days; and then dies in unbearable visual boredom.

if you have nothing else to add

be rich in content, be rich in everything that money can't buy