Could you tell me what you expect from life? It's too easy to say peacefulness, happiness, joy, money, health, love. If birth is painful, even if with a happy ending death is but pain, how can we expect that all that in between could be different? The only thing we can do is accepting all that is given to us, pretty or ugly may it be and to let is run in the best way possible.
We waste life waiting for a shiver to make us sigh, we walk hoping to trip in something to make us scream. Meanwhile we're screaming the silence waiting for life.
I've learnt to pilot dreams, it wasn't easy, but it was the only alternative to nightmarish nights.
I learnt to live in technicolor, when I chose to live, instead of dying.
I learnt to forgive, after my dignity had been stepped over, form people who don't deserve my hatrid. I learnt to feel joy in the moment when I viewed a miracle, becoming a parent. I learnt to love, the day you came into my life wiping away every suffering from my past.
Life is a window open to the world, it's up to you to decide what to do. Be happy for what you have, don't pass life looking for what is missing, it would be an endless research.
There's who throws life away in a moment and who in that moment builds his fortune. There's who hopes to always get there first and who prays for someone to take his place. There's who is always thirsty or knowledge and who thinks to already know everything. There's who has many friends without looking for them and who even when looking shall never find any. There's who always wakes up with a smile, not having anything and who, having everything, never smiles.
In the end, my life is the history of the attempts that I did to keep my feet grounded without stopping lifting my eyes to the sky.
Envy is a form of great esteem, because who envies you holds in great esteem what you do because he'd want to do what you do.
My tears today, will the strength of my tomorrow, my liberty will have been payed at a high price, but that same liberty shall be your solitude!
It's easy to feel in jail when you don't have the courage to get out of it. In reality the jail or the fortress is our conscience, with our will we can go over the bars of our mental prison. There is always an exit, but don't evade, because it means not facing up to problems. Our liberty isn't only physical, but also mental. React, fight and you'll be free.
You know you're missing something
but you don't know what
otherwise let's pretend
that it's not the moment to think about it
but you know it's vital
but
there's always a but
part of you starts thinking
that it doesn't exist
but looking around you
you notice that maybe it exists.
Do you understand what's missing now?
I don't know
or maybe I just don't want to
I hope you have at least an answer
to all my questions
even if it may seem like a single question
he hides millions of answers.