IMMUTABLE

Time keeps running fast The days go away in the blink of an eye And all those idioms: Time will fix things;
Give time to time; They are not true It should rather be said that time during the day can also solve things,
because with all the commitments of the day you do not have time to think and get sucked into the vortex of thoughts and memories,
but if during the night they come back to the surface even during the day they remain stuck in your mind and those usual feelings that you naively thought you had overcome are felt again and you are even more vulnerable than before because you thought you finally got rid of them.
But time continues to flow does not stop to give you time to recover The commitments of the days do not disappear on the contrary they increase.
And you are forced to find that strength of yours to move forward

Who defined that a human being must necessarily be an adult? I understand that life always puts us to the test and puts us in front of many more or less difficult decisions that make us forget or put aside our childish side.
And more often than not we forget how we were as children or teenagers, even modifying something of our past.
But what’s wrong with keeping the naivety and lightheartedness typical of children?
A dog, even if an adult behaves like a puppy, is not taken for mad, but if an adult behaves like a child, he is taken for a madman.
We let ourselves be influenced too often on being more “Responsible” or more “Mature”.
Who has determined that our character must necessarily be a child or an adult?
How many times does that childish side re-emerge and pour out onto things or people?
We can be both according to the situations.
After all we are all a bit children.

Those who are “good” are always a little naive.
The gaze is clear, direct, the smile full of honesty, the attitude is always ready for the comfort of others, even if his heart can be filled with suffering.
For not being understood, for giving love with both hands and for receiving hatred or derision.
To feel hurt and never even thought you could hurt.
The naive knows no desire for revenge.
The naive knows love.
And feel love in admiring a spectacle of nature, as in reflecting yourself in another smile.
The naive is full of wonder and enthusiasm,
even if his heart is sad.