Why we feel at the center of the world

The resulting paradoxes: we are at the center of the world, but the wrong one. Everything seems enormous, but in reality it's very small. Like our egocentrism.

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because we feel like the center of the world
According to evolutionary scientists, one of our most serious contemporary problems dates back to the origins of theHomo Sapiens when we tested egocentrism, not only to outnumber others, but as a shield for survival, a necessity to cope with the first forms of social competition (and climbing). Even if this were true, we must recognize that human history has been merciless, and in the face of relentless, rapid progress, of a constant wonder at the opportunities offered by technology, we seem condemned, almost by a law of retaliation, to a slow decline in our conviction that we are all, each of us distinct and distant from others, at the center of everything, of the world.
Let's leave pathological narcissists aside for a moment., a breed that, evolutionarily speaking, reproduces at the rate and intensity of rabbits, and we're talking about ourselves, looking in the mirror. The obsession with what we abstractly consider esteem, a very human synonym for ambition, leads us to not even have the pleasure of enjoying our success. We consider it fragile, transitory, always at risk, ephemeral, never solid and lasting. Result: observe, as in an exercise in birdwatching, the man who makes a career, arrives in a place and what does he do instead of enjoying the landing in the paradise of success? He thinks of the next step to climb, the new trip to take, and he poisons his brain by starting to put in his blacklist mentally all those who dare to prevent him, at least potentially, from moving forward.
The joy of success that turns into a post-success ordeal, is just one of the many paradoxes to which the egocentric idea of ​​being at the center of everything, of the world, condemns us, as if nothing could go on without us, while an old popular adage reminds us that "we are all useful, but no one is indispensable." Another paradox of feeling at the center of the world, with a belly shaped like a balloon, a chest that protrudes and swells with the gas of vanity (you know the little smile, the raised eyebrow and the half-closed eyes of Romeo, the cat of the Colosseum in the sublime fable that speaks of us, The Aristocats(i?) is that we never ask ourselves what kind of world we're talking about, perhaps because we know we might risk a nasty disappointment. The world of those who feel at the center of it simply doesn't exist, it has nothing of reality, except some surrogate, it's just a construct of our minds that compulsively looks upward.
And we're so at risk of derailing, in this decline of intelligence rather than empathy, that when we feel at the center of everything, we communicate with thoughts tainted by the rampant, even annoying, ego. The classic question of the hardened egocentric is to address the other with a curt, "Hi, how am I?", but this is just a joke, because there's much worse behind it. Feeling at the center of the world reduces every landscape and horizon; the only thing we can see is our own navel. Even in pain, in difficulty, the egocentric person at the center of everything and everyone is annoying, repulsive, to be kept at a distance. He approaches us, talks to us, opens up, but in the end he's just a useless lamentof one's own (sometimes only presumed) troubles, which are certainly small matter compared to those of the other person. And the poor unfortunate man, in this surreal dialogue, will never have the courage and composure to say the one sentence the egocentric person deserves: .
Despite the epidemic that brings together narcissism and egocentrism, it is not even conceivable that we have to resign ourselves to this form of waste and decline of intelligence (a nice blow in favor of the artificial one that in the meantime speaks without feeling at the center of everything simply because it finds itself in that position) and there are many natural pills that we can ingest to free ourselves from this stupid obsession: sobriety, patience, empathy, lightness, irony combined with self-irony. The important thing is to get to the point, avoid the uncertainty of a trap we don't know how to escape ("But where did I end up feeling like the center of everything?"), take a deep breath, and begin to savor the moments of pleasure in insignificance.
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