What immense burden of our fears. Ours, I would use this plural, because they are convinced that no one-to As can swear to the contrary-is immune. The fear seems the most universal of human emotions: what other state of mind, in fact, accompanies us always, every day, and unites us all, without distinction? Fear is part of us. E 'at the same time irrational, because we can not explain, and rational, because we can control it, defeat it, learn to live with it, curbed. I will not go into the details of illnesses or ratings (not that I need to explain that fear can have in different ways and at different levels): I think, as I write, only to myself and the fear of the future. The fear of not doing enough, not to realize a dream and not even able on trying to get-a-day far too many regrets. Not to be happy. being forced instead to settle: what will be, and whatever happens we will call it happiness. not, at least for me, constant anxiety that accompanies me breath by breath, every day. And 'subtle. He hides, he lets forget the thousands of thoughts and daily tasks and then, at night, when I least expected, crops up outside. Every time I'm amazed, every time that thought scares me like the first. I should be used, instead of every night and start again from the presentations: pleasure, my pleasure, what are you doing here does not t'aspettvo, I do, tell the future. With a degree of resigned serenity I started thinking of being ordered: the choice of not wanting to satisfy a standard is too high to hope for true happiness.
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