Es una producción de Passion animation studios, la puedes encontrar en el canal Re-engage, al cual le confiero la traducción personal de renovarse, su sitio web lo puedes conseguir en el siguiente enlace. Emotivo cortometraje animado sobre estar solo (¿o sentiré solo?) en Navidad, es un himno a la esperanza, al reconocimiento de los motivos que nos rodean para conquistar la belleza y la razón de ser y estar en nuestra propia compañía. Así que, nadie debería estar solo en Navidad es un opción de vida.

En 2 minutos, Stella, nos (de)muestra que para compartir, para dar y recibir, necesitamos de bondad para renovarnos y (re)conciliarnos con lo que sentimos. No se trata de negar la tristeza o evitar la nostalgia que produce el hecho de que las personas que queremos y no puedan estar; sino de aceptar y observar los motivos que tenemos alrededor y que no aprendemos a mirar, quizá por tanto ruido.

Igualmente nos invita a reflexionar sobre el pasar del tiempo y el devenir de la vida. Una alegoría al los finales de años, los cambios, las transformaciones, el envejecimiento y la búsqueda de significados que nos alienten a ser y entirnos que aún estamos aquí, independientemente de las circuntancias que nos obliguen o que podamos elegir honrando nuestro libre albedrío.

Imagen realizada con foto propia en el programa PowerPoint.
Bombillos de navidad, de Pixabay
Traducción realizada con Google.

Loneliness as an inherent condition of human existence.
Company and loneliness

We are approaching the end of the year 2024. More is written about this time than others we go through during the year, not without sufficient reasons and meanings. Each of the stages you go through has a meaning and a purpose; I am not speaking only from the personal and private, but from the ontological of being. If we look closely, a capacity that I believe has lost its validity, everything is a cycle that starts and returns to its center, to its beginning.

The human being, as a historical being, is part of evolution. Hominization, like other events that mark the passage of time, is also reflected in our cultural heritage. We all have an interpretation of this final month of the year, which depends on our version of history and our life story. So I consider that this end-of-year parenthesis has as many versions as there are people inhabiting the world.

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Being alone or feeling not alone.

From the transcendent, the existence of homo is conditioned by the environment, not only physical, but also cultural. The gregarious condition, I think, has made us assume that we depend in an ex professed and/or overvalued way on the company of other people to enjoy the peace and tranquility that are equated with personal well-being, with happiness.

Our media-heavy culture obscures the fact that, just like being accompanied, being alone, whether by circumstance or by choice, and not feeling alone, which is different, is a decision that can transcend what is culturally imposed.
Solitude, as a state of being, does not need a prologue. It does not need to be explained in the face of anchored stereotypes of what is said about others or what is said about me; on the contrary, I am inclined to motivate people to understand and listen to their motives, allowing themselves to keep a silent distance between one another.

Perhaps the message about the urgency of always being accompanied helps to distance us from who we are. Noises: companies, loud and noisy music, going from one place to another without stopping, getting stuck in social networks, the imposition of "positive" messages (positive psychology), the overvaluation of empowerment, speaking without listening, seeing without observing, accepting without analyzing... are some of the traps of this century, which distance you from your self.

Looking at what we are, implies suspending the collective sense and limiting ourselves to our own sense. Looking closely at our abysses and not being afraid of falling into them to discover what dwells there, is as necessary as accepting ourselves kindly... after getting to know ourselves.

Stella.