The hell of the living is not something that will be; If there is one, that's what is already here, the hell that we live every day, which we form by being together. Two ways are not to suffer from it. The first succeeds easy to many: to accept hell and become part of it to the point of not seeing it anymore. The second is risky and requires continuous attention and learning: seeking and knowing how to recognize who and what, in the middle of hell, is not hell, and make it last, and give it space.
by Italo Calvino
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The quote from Italo Calvino's "Invisible Cities" emphasizes that the true suffering of life is not a distant concept but rather a reality we experience daily. It suggests that we collectively contribute to the creation of this hell through our interactions. Many people choose to ignore or accept their circumstances, thus becoming desensitized to the suffering around them. This acceptance allows them to avoid the pain but does not solve the underlying issues.

In contrast, Calvino presents a more challenging path that involves actively recognizing and appreciating the moments of beauty and positivity within the chaos. This approach requires ongoing awareness and the courage to identify and nurture elements that bring joy and meaning, even amidst despair. By focusing on these aspects, individuals can create a sense of hope and contribute to a more positive existence, carving out a space that stands apart from the hell of everyday life.

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