Today I am faced with a white paper, which I do not know what to write. Lockdown, frustration and insecurity emerge as the deadline for delivering this article approaches. It's not the first time I've had it, but this time I don't have any topical issues worth discussing.

In this individualistic and fast society you have to know everything, you have to be able to have opinions on any topic and offer them with the conviction enough for people to value, whether or not they agree with your approaches. In that it has made us the “digital revolution”, beings that have little parentheses to reflect, and what is more important, without spaces of doubt. Forced to manage anxiety and offer our best version in the fictional world of social networks.

Meanwhile, we keep in small compartments all the emotions that cross us every day, in a place hidden from our existence, often without space, time, space to give the importance they deserve. The rhythm of life presses us and does not allow us to rethink what happens to us, digest experiences and learn from them.

We are emerging from a pandemic, a new war comes and the crisis that we cannot even remember when it started gets deeper. The generation we were born after the fall of the Berlin Wall has grown threatened by the idea of collapse. Privatization, precariousness, unemployment, evictions are important words in our daily dictionary.

All of this has led to an extreme situation, the deterioration of mental health. According to the Spanish Foundation for Aid against Drug Dependencies, two million young people from 15 to 29 years of the state (30%) have had mental problems in the last year. The National Health System's Mental Health Strategy says that more than half of people in need of treatment do not receive it and that a significant percentage do not receive it.

These data are directly related to the productivity that drowns our lives: 11% to 27% of mental health problems are attributable to working conditions, according to a UGT report. At the same time, eight out of ten people with mental health problems have no work, according to figures from the National Institute of Statistics.

A few days ago I greeted one of my elders, one of the people I loved most: my grandfather, l'avi. He turned 101 for various reasons, but I'm sure there are two things that had a lot to do with it: he talked little and he listened a lot, and he never did things quickly. He always had enough time to open and close the processes calmly.

There is a phrase that those who work at the Marrakech bazaar places repeat tourists when shopping for shops without having time to discuss prices: "The prey kills, friend." Let us never lose sight, let us give time to time.