I asked some of my teenage grandchildren, if they knew or had heard of Brigit Bardo, BB. The answer was negative.
This led me to reflect on the MEMORY of each generation.
Each personal age has its own individual and collective memory.
What do we really each remember?
I think that little, very little and what we call "memories" actually end up "interpreted". One "remembers" surely what "marked or interested" for reasons, that perhaps we ourselves do not have, full awareness of it ourselves.
And many times, what we do is "create" a story, at our convenience. We lie to ourselves, or we create a character that we never were, or we modify the past reality, without realizing that we are modifying it.
We like to present ourselves as "models" for our grandchildren or for family and social posterity.
It lends itself to humor, grandparents or parents, who pontificate about their alleged virtues in the youthful era, to claim children and grandchildren, things that they themselves did.
Being "famous" is so banal, it only serves to sell something, from a candidacy to animal food and satisfy our vanity.
He concluded according to what I think about the generational memory that "fame" is vanity, why even the "famous of yesterday" are not going to keep it for the young of "today".
External judgment is always present, and anyone is vain when everyone applauds, but not everyone stays when there is rejection, murmuring or social pressure as a result of being vain.
Definitely what sustains a bond is the character of a brave person who does not break down in the face of political correctness that comes from pressure social.La the emotional stability of the environment does not depend on you...
Now let's look deeper inside ourselves and I ask have you started to think about who supports us when we doubt ourselves, when they point at us, when we run out of floor and that person stays there with you and I don't mean who appears at the end of the photo of our achievements, but who becomes our pillar, when no one sees it.
I am referring to that person who drives you and does not minimize us, nor invalidates us, nor demands that we change our essence, walks by our side so that we reach our goals and celebrates them with emotion because he knows above all the way to achieve success.
Therefore, I am very lucky although I am not famous, I have a garden in my house and an excellent library, which sometimes I accompany with a good glass of wine, but the main blessing is my beloved husband and our 3 children. Without love and family, the garden and the library do not constitute a home. This is invaluable and there is not enough medal to reward it.
Janitze. 🌹
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