I said I'd return to your thought-provoking post Cesare so...
Indeed.
But the only person/party who can actually make the gesture; to extend the hand of friendship; to make the move to break the cycle is the one who is actually capable of doing it.
This is very often not the person who most people (certainly the mob) feel should make that gesture because, quite simply, they are not capable of making it.
If you talk to anyone who has a loved one with any excessive behaviour or addiction (whether to drink, drugs, gambling, sex, porn, violence, whatever) in their family or in their care they will tell you how often their good wishes and their love was thrown back in their faces. But they kept offering it. Because they could.
Conversely if you read biographies of many who made it back from the abysss they will inevitably tell of one person, of one moment of clarity, one moment of pure love amongst the wreckage of their lives that was a turning point.
I have yet to read anywhere of one single person who turned their life around because enough people called them a cunt. Not one. Ever.
Bit of a chicken and egg situation with love and respect, eh.
Indeed.
But the only person/party who can actually make the gesture; to extend the hand of friendship; to make the move to break the cycle is the one who is actually capable of doing it.
This is very often not the person who most people (certainly the mob) feel should make that gesture because, quite simply, they are not capable of making it.
If you talk to anyone who has a loved one with any excessive behaviour or addiction (whether to drink, drugs, gambling, sex, porn, violence, whatever) in their family or in their care they will tell you how often their good wishes and their love was thrown back in their faces. But they kept offering it. Because they could.
Conversely if you read biographies of many who made it back from the abysss they will inevitably tell of one person, of one moment of clarity, one moment of pure love amongst the wreckage of their lives that was a turning point.
I have yet to read anywhere of one single person who turned their life around because enough people called them a cunt. Not one. Ever.