AMEN

Thanks to my father, I have learned to screw those who think that the world should rotate as their head says, or worse it should rotate around itself. Three sentences and a few attitudes are enough to identify self-reported assholes, a few more behaviors for sneaky or victimized ones. It is not presumption, they are years of parasitization and direct experience with those who do not observe themselves, and in this life they will never do it. Get it out of your head that you can support their path by absorbing their garbage. The sooner you recognize them the sooner you take back your freedom. Nobody can help them, because 95% of the time it's not a solution they are looking for. They just want to pour the non-sense of their existence onto the neighbor (and in that non-sense there can be anything).
Precisely because they turn the root of their problems to everything but themselves, they are unable to be responsible for the harm they do to them and to those around them.
Even if you tell them. It applies to all relationships, know that.

Manzoni  ( ALESSANDRO MANZONI, a famous italian writer of XIX  century) had not seen the plague, but he had studied documents after documents. And then he describes the madness, the psychosis, the absurd theories about its origin, about the remedies. It describes the scene of a foreigner (a "tourist") in Milan who touches a wall of the cathedral and is lynched by the crowd because he is accused of spreading the disease. But there is one thing that Manzoni describes well, above all, and that he takes up from Boccaccio: the moment of trial, of discrimination, between humanity and inhumanity. Boccaccio had indeed seen the plague. He had seen friends, loved ones, relatives, even his father, die. And Boccaccio explains to us that the most terrible effect of the plague was the destruction of civilized life. Because the neighbor began to hate the neighbor, the brother began to hate the brother, and even the children abandoned their parents. The plague pitted men against each other. He replied with the Decameron, the greatest hymn to life and good civilization. Manzoni responded with faith and culture, which do not avoid trouble but, he said, taught how to deal with them. In general, they both responded in a similar way: inviting us to be human, to remain human, when the world goes mad.
Health without Freedom is what is guaranteed to Farm Animals. . This is why they define you as “Herd”. FREEDOM is not a luxury, it is not an extra, an ornament that embellishes if there is, but in short, precisely if one can afford it or else something more comes first concrete.. NO! FREEDOM is your right to live, to work, to be happy, to express yourself, to be there .. what’s more concrete than your right to be there ..? Sometimes I would like to find an arrow indicating “free life”. I don’t know, maybe in the process of some woods, where the light filters through and the heat doesn’t kill you. A kind of guarantee that you are going to meet like-minded people there. People to talk to about everything but vaccines, governments and passes. Just talk to. A place you reach to express absolutely nothing, no opinion, no point of view on hundreds of points of view by now worn and tired. The only thing that sometimes matters is the need for sharing among similar people. Vibrate in the same tribe. Simply because it feels good to be together on the road. Stay in touch with those who look like you and aren’t afraid to hug. Talking without a muzzle, talking about good things, without someone having to convince the other and the other having to defend who knows what. Talk about what seeds you planted, what bullshit you did, the music you wrote or the love at first sight that got you. Thus, without having to find that prosaic sense to the questions of living, the more you think about it the more they have nothing to do with Life.
Yes it’s true, it seems to never end. It seems that humanity is condemned to an eternal struggle just to buy bread. It seems. Lately I often answer with a phrase that I said to myself when I was working, giving exams and in the meantime I had my father in hospital for cancer. Be grateful that you can fight, because you mean you are Alive. No matter how long the fight seems, it is the purpose and the mood with which you face it that make it appear to be war or peace. Choose your path and you will no longer have any doubts that that bread tastes sublime. The whole system is made in such a way that man, without even realizing it, begins as a child to enter a mentality that prevents him from thinking anything else. It turns out that there is no longer a need for dictatorship now, because the dictatorship is that of school, of television, of what they teach you. Turn off the television and gain freedom. Even the way you dress and the haircut you wear makes you realize that you really don’t choose anything. Already becoming aware of this would show the world in other terms.
Keep walking, when you realize it you will already be with your buttocks on the ground, in that uncomfortable position that the puppets hold. Immediately after, a long and obstinate reflection begins on the convenience of staying there on the ground. But the companions are already moving away and the path is far from appearing a clear path, obvious. It is not even in question the idea of ​​staying there all life, with the mud filling the soul and the backpack, so that the time comes to get up, a difficult situation and unpredictable in its results. Perhaps it is better to continue to stay on the ground and drag yourself little by little but, in addition to being not very aesthetic, this is impractical (believe me, I have tried it): there will always be a hidden root or a thorn to hold you back, and then a new reflection on the comfort of sitting in the mud, despite the mosquitoes, flies and blue flies. Already determined to get up, which is always the most difficult thing, comes the complicated operation that consists of resting with your hands and knees where it happens and trying to place the heavy hood on your back (so simple, and heavy, is to carry the house on the shoulders: just a plastic sheet and a hammock). But the backpack insists on carrying other absurd things: some poetry books, some clothes, a mismatched sock, medicine for the world, food, a damp blanket … The load as a whole weighs tons (especially after the first hours of walking) and tends to get muddy whenever he feels like it, that is, almost always. By now tortoise face on the ground, it follows the act of putting one foot and getting up on the other, with the consequent protest of the knees; the horizon then widens and will always be foreign. With the eyes on the ground, the march is undertaken again until the next fall, which will occur just a few steps ahead. And history repeats itself …

THE CRYSTAL SHIP

 

The heart is nothing more than a row of rooms, smaller and smaller, one leads into another through a closed door and stairs that descend. There are seven rooms in all. The heart of the heart is the seventh, the most difficult to reach, but the brightest because the walls are made of crystal. Every system evolves towards disorder. Everything is provisional, order cannot be sought where it cannot be found, the birth of a life is an ordered system, just as the birth of a project, the creation of something is a defeat for the universe and for entropy, because it represents what puts order in a disorderly context, the universe is always expanding towards disorder and will do everything to create more and more. Entropy always wins, each of us is destined to die, every material good to break and every emotional bond is destined to dissolve. The concept to quickly understand what this fascinating word means is this: Everything flows into disorder, every living being dies, every object breaks, is forgotten .. And we can’t do anything about it, life is disorder and despite the fact that we always try to put some order in our thoughts, in the our home, among our objects, it is not possible to avoid creating more disorder. But we will start over and continue to try to get out of the chaos.
The universe is part of this one cry in this mysterious land, where everyone is born to die. Every tree and leaf, every star shows that the universe is part of this one cry that all life is known and welcomed and all that is loved will not be lost. Let it be. Let it be. Let things happen. Do not fill yourself with paranoid problems. Or worse still of fears. Sing. Dance. Dedicate songs. Dream. Dream a lot. And go out of your way to accomplish your goal. Rebel. Don’t get submissive. Don’t worry about the future. Don’t be afraid to get involved, to dare, prove yourself for who you are. Let yourself go, let yourself be carried away by life and emotions. There will be no second chance to relive certain moments. Go out. Go dance and come home at six in the morning. Or don’t go back at all. But don’t stay indoors. Don’t be proud. It is useless. Or rather, it only serves to keep people away. Everyone has had bad experiences. Everyone has had their disappointments. Don’t think you are the only one. But you don’t have to close in on yourself for this. Write those messages you don’t have the courage to send. Don’t be left with the doubt of how it could have gone. Don’t regret it. And don’t judge yourself. You are who you are. Don’t waste time with envy. There is no reason to have a plan B, because it distracts from plan A. Relax. Lie on the lawn and look at the sky. Go to the beach. Listen to the sound of the waves. Don’t pay attention to what people say. Yes solar, even pissed off. Don’t be afraid to laugh out loud. Read the instructions, even if you do your own thing. It is never too late to change. Or not to change to fact. Look at things from different points of view. Don’t be stubborn. Yes curious. Travel. Don’t take yourself too seriously. Not too lightly. People come and go. Like the seasons. Only promise if you are sure you will keep. Surprise yourself with the little things. Amaze with small gestures. Watch a lot of movies. Believe in many things. Especially in yourself. Laugh. Yes happy. I am wasting happiness. Because smile brings smile. Yes humble. Love so much, love everything, always love. Let things happen. Let it be as it should be. Let it be.

A LITTLE LIGHT, A LITTLE PLACE

You did not notice it immediately, you were carried away by events. And when you realized how much the current had turned your way, it was late. Maybe too much. Perhaps. Was it the desire to change? To see life from another perspective, to lose certainties and build new ones? By your choice you have taken this path alone, provoked by a force that you have not tested, if not theoretically. And now only a shell remains of you, of your feelings, of what you wanted to say and that you have kept inside. This time it went like this. Again. In the darkness in which you find yourself, thinking about your mistakes and your flaws, there is a fixed point. A light that has always been there: sometimes strong, sometimes intermittent, sometimes dazzling, strong enough to illuminate the darkest nights and guide you through them. You were foolish to take her for granted when she never abandoned you and has always been there. And you love her, more than anything else, so much so that her horizons are expanding beyond yours, where you won’t be able to follow her. Where you cannot be there. She will never take flight, not of her own free will. Have you been blessed by some higher entity stirring in the chaos of the universe, or have you been tested by fate? How can you find out? Going forward. Always with that Light, inside.
I insist on not detaching myself from roots and shoots, I fight to remain attached to what I am, to what generated me. But the wind pulls, time goes by and I am more and more fragile, devoured by an immense curiosity to see the world. Slowly I detach myself, the tree cradles me for a moment in his slender arms, gently, and then throw me upwards, higher and higher, until my ears are plugged with violence, and the pressure becomes feel. Flight and flight, towards the unknown, towards the fog, towards No Man’s Land. I fly on the crest of the air, as if the sea were pushing me, and doubts and paranoia take root, the fog scares me, the sea is stormy, the future still dark. I fly and get scared, I’m afraid. Home Nostalgia also decides to join the party, and a series of mixed feelings try to slow my journey. I’m about to give in, stop flying, start falling. Until all the dreams, the hopes, the projects come to mind. All this takes me by the shoulders, and takes me back to fly, as if I had big wings to carry me. I fly and fly, and I never stop. The future is bright, the fog almost dissolved. I smile at what awaits me, meanwhile I fly.
We never stick to the present tense. We anticipate the future as too slow to come, as if to hasten its course; or we remember the past to stop it as too fast; so imprudent that we err in times that are not ours, and we do not think at all about the only one that belongs to us, and so vain, that we reflect on those who are no longer nothing, and flee without reflecting that alone that exists. The fact is that the present usually hurts us. We hide it from our sight because it afflicts us; if, on the other hand, it is pleasant for us, we regret seeing him flee. We try to support it by means of the future, and we are concerned with disposing of the things that are not in our power, for a time which we are not at all sure of arriving at.
I’ve learned that people are more important than anything else. Which is not the beautiful place, but it is the people who make it so. That you are never really alone if you carry someone in your heart. I learned that distance breaks what cannot stand and unites even more what wants to hold hands. I understand that you can go anywhere, but the most beautiful journey is what you do inside yourself.

THE DANCE OF LIFE

Life is like dance. Life is a dance, but you cannot choose to stop from it. Dance like life will inevitably give you pain and fatigue, it will involve sacrifices, sacrifices and difficulties. It will disappoint you at times, when you won’t be able to take a step properly, or when you don’t get that place within the choreography you expected, just as life will disappoint you, at times, when things don’t go as you hoped, when even though he has put his whole heart into something, it will not come true.
So in dance as in life you need a little luck, you need physical qualities such as instep, elasticity, dynamics, coordination, and some dancers are more fortunate than others to have them, but the desire to do comes where talent cannot go. Those who commit themselves, those who have willpower, passion, dedication and perseverance, go much further than those who have great natural gifts but lack these qualities.
And so in life there will always be someone luckier, better, but to achieve real results is only those who do not give up and always work with the heart.
In dance as in life, you must also learn to let yourself go, if you focus too much on your steps, if you only think not to make mistakes, you lose the music, you waste time. You have to abandon yourself to the sound and let yourself be guided by it, and so in life, sometimes, it is necessary to stop thinking, stop your head and let your heart free, let yourself go and let yourself live.
Each dance hall is full of mirrors, certainly not to exalt the vanity of the dancers, but because in dance as in life it is necessary to learn to know each other, to look at each other, to accept each other in everything that characterizes us, trying every day to become better. others, but of ourselves. Because when you get on that stage and your song starts you forget all the pains, all the sacrifices, all the disappointments, all the hours spent trying to improve the detail, and you just think about being happy. And so in life every wound, every suffering and every renunciation, the moment you finally manage to see realized what you have fought so much for, vanishes into thin air.
Try dancing, on stage, in front of an audience, in a crowd, or on the street, at the supermarket when your favorite song passes by, or even alone in your room with headphones, but try to dance, learn to dance, it will seem to have learned a little more to live. –

 

SIMPLIFY YOUR LIFE

When facing the Simplification Challenge, a good starting point is the decluttering of your home in which, over time, a lot of superfluous things accumulate that clutter not only the external spaces but also the internal ones.

In fact, it is now widely recognized, as shown by various studies on this topic, that the level of order of our home enormously influences our psychophysical well-being. In the long run, clutter creates stress for you because:

 It exposes your mind to overstimulation (visual, tactile, olfactory) which inevitably forces the senses to continuously process unnecessary stimuli

It distracts from the things you need to focus your attention on

It reduces your ability to relax

Constantly signal to your mind that there is still work to be done (remember that objects continually make you silent 
requests: dust me, wash me, iron me, fix me, read me, move me ...)

Increase your anxiety level because you never know how long it will take you to fix everything

Makes you feel guilty and sometimes even embarrassed (for example if you get an unexpected visit)

It invades the free spaces necessary to reflect and find solutions, thus inhibiting creativity and productivity

It wastes your time because it makes it harder to find the things you need quickly

STORY OF A STUDENT

I think: I love your handwriting, who knows where you got that 4 that seems a little wrong to me, but then in reality it's all a bit wrong, so the place we share, you are so messy and you have a lot of vices that basically I would not take away from you

I say: it is absurd that we have known each other for a long time and how is it that we have not seen each other before?

I think: the first time i saw you we were so close and now i know i'm not quiet until you tell me it made you nervous, and i love that you never take it out on me, pout and pretend mad with that muscular giant look and then two minutes later you're already pinching my butt

I say: how nice that we have never argued and neither of us ever wants to find an excuse to do so and we never got angry and we talk a lot and then hey we fucked almost 200 times but you believe it? you know how to do it, that's cool

I think: who knows how he doesn't get mad even when I accidentally break glass glasses or I'm clumsy and dirty something or spill cherries on the table or distract him while he is about to win a game

I say: love put our photo back in the bedside table that is crooked or you always make it fall
I think: I would like to collect your sweatshirts, your papers, your notes, your CDs, your broken pens, your playlists, your books thrown to the ground, your blankets always in very bad shape, your large t-shirts, your funny socks, and I have your sweat on and your smell too, let's go to the shower and I love putting soap in your back and scolding you when you don't dry your hair or put on socks

I say: now I'll make you bed before going out because I don't like how you do it, because you do it badly and eat a little more while we play League so you can show me how to use that character?

I think: come on come closer now that I would like a kiss and you still make me this effect and the shivers more and more I like them very much and when you lock my hands behind my back I don't understand much anymore as when your hands explore, no I don't understand much when you take me by the neck but I feel your breath

I say: close your drawer that there are our things and especially mine

I think: I would like to pierce this bubble of absolute self-sufficiency and tell you that I need you and tell you that all the people I know have always had a habit of comparing and saying 'you are like that, it looks like you' and other bullshit like that, while me instead with you I never had any yardstick and the first times in your house I looked at you and I saw only you, I could not compare you to anything, really to nothing and now I realize that you do not look like anything I have ever seen in my life.

LIFE IS A MOVIE?

But why doesn’t everything work like in the movies? Why don’t strangers on the subway, instead of just looking at you, strike up a conversation and tell you that you have a beautiful smile? Why after thirty years, in a downtown café, do you never meet the person you fought for? Why do mothers struggle to understand their children and fathers to accept them? Why does the right sentence always come at the wrong time? Because it never happens to run in the rain, to get in front of someone’s front door, make him get out, apologize and start talking nonsense and then find yourself lips to lips and hear you say: ‘it doesn’t matter, the important thing is that you are here ‘? Why are you never woken up during the night by a voice on the phone that tells you: ‘I’ve never forgotten you’? If we were braver, more irrational, more combative, more whimsical, more confident and if we were less proud, less shameful, less fragile, I’m sure we shouldn’t have to pay any movie tickets to see people doing and saying what we don’t have the courage to externalize, to see people who love as we cannot, to see people who represent us, to see people who, by pretending, are able to be more sincere than us.
But you two will never be friends. Two can not be friends who look at each other like that, who get lost all the time and then find each other again. Two can not be friends who must always beware of missteps, that one word too many is enough to fall in love. Two like you cannot be friends, who look for each other with your eyes, and with your hands, who want to make love every time you are together and if you are not together, you dream of being one. You are not friends, however much you want to believe this lie so as not to hurt yourself. Because I get it, you are not friends but you are not in love either, and you don’t want to fall in love even though it could be that simple. You are everything but you are nothing. But my dear, I see you and understand it. You want yourself, somehow absurd and strange, against all logic. Because you are and always will be an unsolved question
This is me … a simple girl but who is now alone, or perhaps it is better to say she has remained in her world where everything does not go as she wants … well my biggest advice to give to all of you who follow me is to always go on and never give up because if in life you fight for what you want you will see the results … sometimes they can be negative but other times, someone who has been through a lot tells you, they can be really positive. So come on, have courage and live life with joy and hope within your heart.
Sometimes it comes back to me. When maybe I hear our song on the radio, when they play our film on television, when I see a girl who writes on her cell phone and I think about the words you wrote to me. It hurts a little in those moments, not so much, but just enough to realize that you are that parenthesis of my life that, going back, I would not open. Not out of nastiness, not because he didn’t feel something for you. But because on the contrary I have loved you too much and now that you are not there, I have realized that all that love has been wasted, thrown away, ignored, despite the beautiful promises and the beautiful words. You played, and I loved. No, I’m sorry, if I went back I wouldn’t let you into my life, because you didn’t leave me anything, because I don’t have good memories since they are so over. Because the only thing you have left me is just the umpteenth confirmation that I must not allow anyone to have a space, even a small one, in my heart. You are just my umpteenth confirmation that I am wrong to love, always, and that when I love I am only capable of hurting myself, because while you said you did not want to lose me, you sent me away.
He had that desire to let it all go, the desire not to go on, the desire to cry. The feeling of worthless tormented her, made her feel useless, unable to do anything. He felt low every day but kept smiling, even when he wanted to cry. She was crying even though nothing really happened, and when something happened, she felt like the end had come. She felt like she was dying, but no one understood her.
She: “Listen, die”
Him: “You are beautiful when you get angry. And then he gives you my shirt, you know? ”
Her: “How do you know I’m wearing your shirt?”
Him: “If you look out the window of your room maybe you see a jerk.”
Her: “Yes, apparently I see it.”
Him: “And you always remain beautiful.”
Her: “You could also leave, the only thing I would do now if I got off would be to slap you.”
Him: “I, on the other hand, the only thing I would do would be to kiss you.”
Her: “You’re crazy.”
Him: “About you.”
Her: “Let’s talk about something else. What did you bring me? ” Him: “So: lots of cuddles, two games for the play, bonuses and my apologies.”
Her: “What would the bonuses be?”
Him: “Cuddles, hugs and kisses. You know, you never know. ” Her: “Stop playing.”
Him: “I see you that you are agitated and you go back and forth around the room. You are beautiful, I will never stop saying it. ” Her: “Stop yelling too.”
Him: “Only if you let me in.” She: “On one condition.” Him: “Which one?”
Her: “We will use the bonuses.”
Him: “I love you”
Her: “Me too”

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

Nature is not good or bad, Nature is not bad. I believe that Nature in her being is ALL beautiful and perfect. Every aspect of nature should be well appreciated, every element that constitutes it, whether it is an animated element or not. From the small insect that lives its life by surviving, to the majestic and imposing centenary tree. In the same way, even the little caterpillar walking on branches is already beautiful in itself, and it is beautiful already as it is. Why, both through the media and without, do we teach our children that caterpillars are ugly and useless and necessarily need to become butterflies to have beauty and value and count for something in the animal kingdom? A caterpillar that becomes a butterfly is certainly a noteworthy scientific advance, a development of the animal that in this way accesses new functions and abilities. But this does not mean that before this “transformation” that little animal is something useless and unpleasant to the eye. Each of us in our own way is unique, special, beautiful, precisely because we are all different and we do different things; it is right that we can always improve but we all have a starting point that already implies that we are important, that we count for something in this society.
Each of us has our problems, even those people who seem perfect, always happy and smiling, they too have problems and maybe they are even quite serious. The thing that makes the difference is the way we face our problems, especially the time it takes us to understand that we are strong enough to break down every obstacle, every limit, every brake. Each of us has a different reaction when difficulties and obstacles arise. Each of us deals with them differently. Who gets scared and takes refuge in its borders, giving voice to its limits! Who without fear, grabs his courage and fights. But there are those even when faced with the difficulties of life; he annihilates himself and becomes a difficulty and a component that causes pain, tears and loneliness. But the best thing to do is to go upstream, whatever the difficulties of its impetus, because if you do not face life as it comes and do not try to improve it and make it taste better, life will never be able to prove its worth. best part.
Life is made up of encounters, the important thing is to live them, take risks. Don’t waste opportunities, because they don’t come back. Living, knowing, loving. Time does not go back, it is not returned to us. You have to live. And a bit of madness must not be missing, you must risk it. Maybe you will meet a special person, the one I call the right person. Certain affinities have no logic, in a moment a bridge is created, between two souls and without asking questions we find ourselves walking together the avenue of friendship. But it only happens with special people. Special is the one who takes you by the hand and, although every day you give him a thousand reasons to leave it, every day he squeezes it a little tighter.
She and I met as children, two people when they have the same heart they recognize each other the same broken heart, I mean. I don’t know if certain encounters are destined, I know that without that encounter I wouldn’t be me. Some days he made me laugh when I just wanted to cry, some days he told me that crying is useful because the pain has to come out, that if you keep it inside you drown. Some days it saved my life. Some days we fought a lot, to the point of thinking we hated each other, but we would have done everything for each other even in those days. Some days we hugged each other tightly when we had nothing. Some days we talked about love, about the monsters that don’t let us sleep, about the panic that begins and doesn’t know how to end. Some days we were a song. Some days I have never thanked her enough. She and I met as kids, and we’re growing up together.

THE CHOICE

The choice is mine. I choose to live by choice, and not by chance. I choose to make changes instead of making excuses. I choose to be motivated, not manipulated. I choose to be useful, not used. I choose self-esteem, not self-pity. I choose to excel, not compete. I choose to listen to the inner voice, not the informal opinion of the people.
How many times a day do we think about ourselves?

How many times a day do we think about our state of mind?

How many times a day do we make sure we are happy?

How many times a day do we ask ourselves if we are really okay, if we really feel good the way we live?

How many times?
One?
Two?
Or maybe we don't even once dwell on ourselves and the emotions we feel?

Perhaps the only moments in which we dwell on ourselves cannot even be defined as such.

Because they are more fleeting thoughts than anything else.

These are thoughts that go in a hurry. Thoughts too fast to be known and understood.

So why don't we stop them?
Why do we let them run away?

Even when the heart is tired it must continue to beat; even if he would like to stop to catch his breath, he cannot. "

This is how our thoughts feel.

As if it were forbidden to stop, even for just a second.

As if they are wasting all their strength on something that others don't find interesting.

As if they were useless and not valuable.
Yet, we choose who to listen to, among all those thoughts.

We are the ones who judge and divide negative thoughts from positive ones.

And it is important to remember that EVERY type of THOUGHT is of EXTREME IMPORTANCE!

Precisely for this reason, we must accept them and not label them or divide them into groups.

We must listen to them all, and give meaning to the sensations they transmit to us.

It is important to give a fair welcome to our thoughts, in order to create a healthy and pleasant relationship with ourselves.
It is important to give a fair welcome to our thoughts, in order to create a healthy and pleasant relationship with ourselves.


Why is it important not to neglect one's thoughts?
Thoughts have the power to shape and determine the reality and life of each of us.

If we complain, we are paradoxically attracting the negative into our life, while if we think intensely about our desires, we will give off positive vibrations.

This is because it is as if we are manipulating ourselves.

For example :

If we stare at a photograph of ourselves for too long, we will end up finding - creating - flaws and we will begin to feel distressed, sad.

While we perform an action, our brain never stops thinking. Keep letting yourself feel the positive and negative side of that thing through your previous thoughts.

If we think we have a bad nose, when we start staring at the photograph we will think it is beautiful but if we stay staring at it, we will immediately begin to perceive our nose as a defect!

We may begin to perceive life as a gift through positive thoughts.

We may start to feel good through positive thoughts!
Warning: When I say "through positive thoughts", I mean starting to appreciate even the smallest things that the world, and the people who are part of it, give us every day!
Because, as important as it is to accept life and yourself, it is also important to be realistic!
By starting to perceive things in a more positive context, we will be happier. But it won't help us to avoid the dangers and negative sides of the world !!

WE’RE INFINITY

We wrote, sang and danced
and the inevitability of the black future was tangible.
We looked too far away. We didn’t touch a drop,
no substance
but our minds were so full of things that we were unstoppable and unstoppable.
At night we wandered into philosophical discussions
and our intent was not to explain things but to express our experiences.
We went to the most unknown alleys of Palermo,
wandering in search of wonderfully unknown corners.
We sighed l
How can we expect a future that was invisible to us?
We were our infinity.
Have you ever been dead?
Have you ever been alive?
You have to take a tour of both worlds to choose one.
And let it be the right one.
Objectively it is not that that of the LIFE is much but since we are not given to know the other we are forced to stay in this.
In fact, free will does not exist.
It would exist if they showed us both worlds,
like the red pill and the blue pill, and then they told us
“ok now you can choose”.
But if you don’t know the other side of life how do you choose?
It is truly absurd to hear about choice and free will.
No choice has ever been put before us but we have been forced to give the first wail to navigate this world called Earth
And I don’t think many of us are happy with this unchosen coming into the world.

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