Zvone – Inner Dialogue

Somewhere Along The Way I Became A Project When Life Still Felt Natural There was a time when life felt much simpler. Not easier.   Just simpler. Back then people still worked hard, worried, fought with life and carried responsibilities on their backs, but somehow there was still room left for ordinary existence. People sat outside in silence without immediately needing to optimize the experience. Nobody measured how many calories they burned while carrying wood or whether staring at clouds increased productivity. Today even relaxation feels like unpaid work. Sometimes I sit with coffee and realize that my mind no longer knows how to simply sit. After three minutes some invisible manager inside my head clears his throat and asks:  “Good. And what exactly are we accomplishing here?” Nothing. That is the whole point. But modern life has trained many of us to feel almost physically uncomfortable when we are not  progressing,  improving,  solving,  bu...

Fear of Failure — Or Something Much Stranger? A couple of months ago I bought a new camera and a tripod with a remote shutter. The plan was excellent. I was about to leave for a month-long journey, and the tripod would be perfect for photographing landscapes and taking self-portraits without balancing the camera on random rocks like an emotionally unstable wildlife documentary filmmaker. Very practical equipment. Unfortunately, both arrived only about a week before departure, which meant I had just enough time to unpack everything, press a few buttons, confirm that the camera did not immediately explode, and then confidently tell myself: “I’ll properly learn this on the trip.” This is one of the most optimistic lies human beings regularly tell themselves. The tripod went into the backpack. The journey began. The camera was used constantly. The tripod, however, remained untouched for an entire month. Not once did I use it. Which is absurd, because it would have helpe...