Ricordo sempre con vivo piacere la nostra chiacchierata dell’altro giorno, mi hai detto che siamo stati generosi ad adottare un bambino, forse è cosi, ma devo ammettere che la vita non lo è stata altrettanto.
Mia moglie cinque anni fa, ha preso un brutto male, ed in 45 giorni è andata via.
Quando un anno dopo ho provato a riaffacciarmi nel mondo dei sentimenti, ho trovato tutto cambiato da trent’anni prima.
Falsità, tradimenti, bugie, tanto egoismo, poca pulizia morale e nessun valore dato ai sentimenti.
Sesso finalizzato semplicemente al sesso. Ma come si fa a far l’amore con una persona se prima non si è provato la forte emozione che da un abbraccio, che è li che capisci se la persona che hai fra le braccia rappresenta il tuo presente e potrà essere tutto il tuo futuro, perchè è tutto ciò che vuoi dalla vita.
Nella mia generazione sembra scomparso il piacere delle cose semplici, incantarsi davanti ad un tramonto, sentire il soffio del vento, stupirsi ogni giorno per le cose belle che abbiamo attorno.
Sembrano tutti dei predatori di affetto, molto insoddisfatti, sempre alla ricerca di trasgressioni, e dei piaceri che spesso fanno male a chi ti sta accanto, manca la fiducia, la stima, il rispetto dell’altro, l’affetto inteso come amore del dare e non solo del ricevere.
Perché racconto questo a te ? Non c’è certo un doppio fine in queste parole, hai l’età di mia figlia, come potrei . . .
In quella breve chiacchierata credo di avere sentito in te quei valori oggi dimenticati e che ritrovo per fortuna anche in mia figlia.
Per cui vi chiedo, andate avanti nel vostro cammino senza farvi mai tentare dalle scorciatoie e dall’egoismo dei falsi piaceri. Se potete cancellate col vostro vivere questa mia generazione, fatta di ambiguità, tradimenti, pedofilia, arristi, falsità, violentatori, e ridate a questa umanità un po’ di luce, perché essa ritrovi quel cammino smarrito. E non aspettate ancora, perché l’indifferenza si nutre dei giorni che lasciamo spegnersi senza emozioni.
Perché il tempo passa incurante dei nostri dubbi, passa sopra tutti i nostri timori, silenziosamente drena le nostre energie. Il tempo ama spegnere le passioni, ci illude sempre convincendoci a rimandare, ma ogni giorno in cui rimandiamo è un giorno che non viviamo, ogni giorno non vissuto è già ieri.
Il tempo ci incanta facendoci credere eterni, ci affascina facendoci rincorrere il domani, ci confonde facendoci misurare la nostra vita in anni, ma la nostra vita è fatta di attimi, attimi a volte brevi, ma attimi che valgono spesso una vita intera.
La felicità non ha mai nel tempo la propria misura.
Poi quando finalmente il tempo si mostra a noi, spesso è solo per ricordarci che non abbiamo più tempo.
Per cui non abbiate paura di vivere la vita, ascoltate i vostri sentimenti, anche se possono sembrare folli.
Perché vivere è sporcarsi le mani, buttarsi con coraggio, cadere e sbattere il muso.
Vivere è andare al di la di noi stessi , fra le stelle. Dovete sbarazzarvi dei “non c’è speranza”, non c’è nulla senza speranza.
Dite si alla meraviglia, alla gioia, alla disperazione, alla sofferenza, alla speranza, introducete in voi l’autenticità, la semplicità, la franchezza. A sperare c’è il rischio del fallimento, ma bisogna correre il rischio, perchè il rischio più grande nella vita e non rischiare nulla. La persona che non rischia nulla non fa nulla, non ha nulla, non è nulla e non diviene nulla. Può evitare La sofferenza e l’angoscia, ma non può imparare, sentire e cambiare e progredire e amare e vivere. Incatenata alle sue certezze è schiava!
Se puoi perdonami se mi sono permesso queste parole, non andrò mai più sul personale.
Diciamo che ho scritto i miei pensieri su un foglio di carta che ho messo dentro una bottiglia che ho buttato in questo strano mare chiamato rete."
Un abbraccio Zio Franco
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"Hello Mirela Girl,
I will always remember with great pleasure our conversation of the other day, you told me that we were generous to adopt a child, maybe it is so, but unfortunately life was not the same with us.My wife died five years ago, she got very sick, and in 45 days she was gone.When a year later I tried to get back into the world of dating, I found everything changed from how it was thirty years ago.Falsehood, betrayals, lies, so much selfishness, little moral principles and no value given to feelings whatsoever.Sex aimed solely for the purpose of sex. But how do you make love with a person if before you have not felt the strong emotion of a hug, which is there that you understand (in the hug!) if the person in your arms is your present and may be all your future because it's all you may want from life.In my generation, the pleasure of simple things seems to have disappeared, to simply be enchanted before a sunset, to hear the breath of the wind, to be amazed every day by the beautiful things we have around us.Nowadays they all seem to be predators of affection, very dissatisfied, always looking for transgressions, and pleasures that often hurt those around you, lack trust, esteem, no respect for others, affection understood as love of receiving and not just of giving, surrendering.
Why do I tell this to you? There is certainly no double end in these words of mine, you have the age of my daughter, how could I?. . .But in that brief conversation that we had, I think I have felt in you those values that are now so often forgotten and that I fortunately find also in my daughter.
So I ask you, I beg you, go forward on your journey without ever making the shortcuts nor egoism of false pleasures. If you can, please enlighten with your life the life of my generation, made up of ambiguity, betrayals, pedophilia, fake artists, falsehoods, violence, and give back to this humanity a bit 'of light, so as it may find the lost path. And do not wait any longer, because indifference feeds on the days when we let them pass off without any emotion.Because time passes regardless of our doubts, passes over all our fears, silently drains our energies. Time loves to extinguish passions, it always deludes us by convincing us to postpone it, but every day we postpone it is a day that we do not live, every day we do not live is already yesterday.Time enchants us by making us believe we are eternal, it fascinates us making us chase after tomorrows, it confuses us making us measure our life in years, but our life is made of moments, sometimes short moments, but moments that often are worth a whole life.Happiness never has its own measure in time!Then when time finally shows itself to us, it's often just to remind us that we have no more time.So do not be afraid to live life, listen to your feelings, even if they may seem crazy.If to live is to get your hands dirty, throw yourself bravely, fall down and bang your face.Living is going beyond ourselves, among the stars. You have to get rid of "there is no hope", there is nothing without hope!Say yes to wonder, joy, despair, suffering, hope, introduce authenticity, simplicity, and frankness into you. Hope is the risk of failure, but you have to take the risk, because the biggest risk in life is not risking anything at all.
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and does not become anything. He may avoid suffering and anguish, but he can not learn, nor feel, nor change, nor progress, nor love, nor live at all. Chained to his certainties, he is surely a slave!If you can, forgive me if I allowed myself these words, I will never go beyond these words...
Let's say I wrote my thoughts on a piece of paper that I put inside a bottle that I threw into this strange sea called the Internet. "
A big hug
Uncle Franco
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"Hello Mirela Girl,
I will always remember with great pleasure our conversation of the other day, you told me that we were generous to adopt a child, maybe it is so, but unfortunately life was not the same with us.My wife died five years ago, she got very sick, and in 45 days she was gone.When a year later I tried to get back into the world of dating, I found everything changed from how it was thirty years ago.Falsehood, betrayals, lies, so much selfishness, little moral principles and no value given to feelings whatsoever.Sex aimed solely for the purpose of sex. But how do you make love with a person if before you have not felt the strong emotion of a hug, which is there that you understand (in the hug!) if the person in your arms is your present and may be all your future because it's all you may want from life.In my generation, the pleasure of simple things seems to have disappeared, to simply be enchanted before a sunset, to hear the breath of the wind, to be amazed every day by the beautiful things we have around us.Nowadays they all seem to be predators of affection, very dissatisfied, always looking for transgressions, and pleasures that often hurt those around you, lack trust, esteem, no respect for others, affection understood as love of receiving and not just of giving, surrendering.
Why do I tell this to you? There is certainly no double end in these words of mine, you have the age of my daughter, how could I?. . .But in that brief conversation that we had, I think I have felt in you those values that are now so often forgotten and that I fortunately find also in my daughter.
So I ask you, I beg you, go forward on your journey without ever making the shortcuts nor egoism of false pleasures. If you can, please enlighten with your life the life of my generation, made up of ambiguity, betrayals, pedophilia, fake artists, falsehoods, violence, and give back to this humanity a bit 'of light, so as it may find the lost path. And do not wait any longer, because indifference feeds on the days when we let them pass off without any emotion.Because time passes regardless of our doubts, passes over all our fears, silently drains our energies. Time loves to extinguish passions, it always deludes us by convincing us to postpone it, but every day we postpone it is a day that we do not live, every day we do not live is already yesterday.Time enchants us by making us believe we are eternal, it fascinates us making us chase after tomorrows, it confuses us making us measure our life in years, but our life is made of moments, sometimes short moments, but moments that often are worth a whole life.Happiness never has its own measure in time!Then when time finally shows itself to us, it's often just to remind us that we have no more time.So do not be afraid to live life, listen to your feelings, even if they may seem crazy.If to live is to get your hands dirty, throw yourself bravely, fall down and bang your face.Living is going beyond ourselves, among the stars. You have to get rid of "there is no hope", there is nothing without hope!Say yes to wonder, joy, despair, suffering, hope, introduce authenticity, simplicity, and frankness into you. Hope is the risk of failure, but you have to take the risk, because the biggest risk in life is not risking anything at all.
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and does not become anything. He may avoid suffering and anguish, but he can not learn, nor feel, nor change, nor progress, nor love, nor live at all. Chained to his certainties, he is surely a slave!If you can, forgive me if I allowed myself these words, I will never go beyond these words...
Let's say I wrote my thoughts on a piece of paper that I put inside a bottle that I threw into this strange sea called the Internet. "
A big hug
Uncle Franco
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