It takes courage to stand to be free. Free from the constraints the other, free from the silly fears that cling day.
It 'much easier to remain in chains. Although much less tasty. The guards will tell you what to do, your day is punctuated by the geometric series of actions pre-packaged. You just follow that pattern. Nothing more. School, home, office, friends, beer, party, women, kissing, disappointments, passions, football, referee, dreams, training, perspective, books, poetry, philosophy.
But here is missing the Life. Freedom allows you to take my life. Freedom to walk down the street to head high. Silently screaming to everyone "I love you, so what?". Freedom to look into his eyes n friend and say "I'm sick and feel embraced despite the mistakes and the shit that you spread on the street. Yet, to be free, to enjoy this clean air to penetrate, the pulmonary tract, to live, it takes courage. Fear blocks only. Does not make you more responsible, or conscious. Fear you nailed to the wall. You chained, like all these rigid patterns that have not felt tight at the ankles to know how many years but only now-that-you know to be brakes. Brakes, not trampolines. A limit, not a potential.
We must stand up this damned Fear and jump off. Shake this burden of rings in the chain. Stop being luridi melmosi vigliacchi. E togliersi la Paura della Vita che entra dentro. Lasciarla fluire, come un fiume verso il mare, come l’amore di una mamma. In semplicità, lasciar fare alla Vita. Accettare quello che è e quello che deve essere. Fosse anche prendere quel viso d’angelo e abbandonarlo sulle rive del fiume. Fosse anche la traumatica lucidità di una ormai consapevole inadeguatezza. Intrecci di rapporti fra cose in sé bene o male sane, ma fra loro quasi patologicamente soffocate.
C’è da distruggere le catene e guardarla, questa Vita. Con occhi lucidi, forse. Piangendo, ci sta. Ma senza quella isterica brama di legislatore del mondo che tutto vuol comandare, che tutto vuol far quadrare.
Sometimes the circle is wrong. Damn geometry of points infinitely combined. You forward or you are missing a piece. The fact is that the circle does not leave a square. At best, an ellipse. A horribly disfigured ellipse that looks like the official declaration of bankruptcy work. And you insist on trying to bring back the points. To see an infinite chain of small dots that remain unfinished in vain its space to two dimensions.
in two dimensions. Already with two times the going gets tough. Imagine three. Do not imagine the fourth, the space-time and other similar pathological relatives. Place in the x and y in life is already too complex. The rest, let it be. But perhaps need to stop our nefarious activities of mathematicians accounting. There is not even to try. This is not through lack of ability, but a duty necessary for survival. To save his life.
Find the total freedom that opens up to Life, that makes you fragile and naked in front of the chaotic flow of a life. Let life be fulfilled in the simplicity of our actions. "Please, while life is fulfilled"-just-. Accompany her in silence, without expecting anything. We vacate and the life of every scheme. Read like a book of poems, falling in love with images, sounds out of tune hating, arrogantly challenging the arrangement of words. Ma mai pretendere di spiegare tutto. Lasciarsi sfiorare dalla “percezione d’infinito” che ha toccato i giorni. Lasciarsi accarezzare, passivamente. Il resto verrà e si snocciolerà da sé come riso che cade da un vaso: nessun chicco si chiede se riuscirà a sfociare. Sa solo che –prima o poi- troverà la Via, come tutti gli altri. E finirà al Suo posto.
Certo, ci vuole Leggerezza e Prospettiva. Condizioni di fondo indispensabili –per ora- ancora non raggiunte. Ma –anche su quello- possiamo lavorare, con pazienza. Intanto c’è da capire se il profumo di questa totale Libertà fa per noi oppure ci spaventa così tanto da portare le nostre caviglie a rinchiudersi di nuovo in antiche catene d’acciaio.
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