
Being ((The state or quality of being being; existence)) is a tricky word, in every language I know. We use it as if it were cheap, inconsequential, but it causes mischief.
When you say “I am depressed” instead of “I feel depressed”, without knowing that there is a difference, you, unwittingly, practice self-definition.
You can feel a lot of things. Feelings and emotions have a normal tendency, that when not resisted, they move. They change. They morph from one feeling to another.

Lots of people, women and men, have a feeling that they are just placeholders or commodities for their friends or lovers.


It’s Tuesday, my “errand” day. I found myself in a great mood today. In fact I’ve been in a great mood for a few days now. Maybe because I am sleeping better since I changed my diet.
Every single human (and to a certain degree lots of animals) has automatic ways of being, that could be called a machine, because their behavior is predictable, it is machine-like. Push a button and outcomes the same result, every time.