We are so hard to explain some bitter days
I think the problem was born when I discovered the freedom of choice .
E 'was a discovery I made early, too soon perhaps.
You can choose? Then I begin.
Where do I stand?
What do I want? Exactly what I like?
And so began the questions.
And so began the problems, fears, bad thoughts, indecision ...
Yes, you find that we can choose who it hurts, and then, even more, is the very action of choosing which haunts us.
Why then, and if it is right or if he is wrong?
When I was little (oh my God that I was a petulant child) consumes me and I was wondering (aridaglie) because I only had so many problems for me, because I saw so many questions, because I wanted to understand ... and some do not ...
Then I fell in love with people (perhaps better to say the crowd?), The right one, one that asks questions.
A beautiful love story.
And down there to be millions and millions of scruples, and try to dissect responses, on plausible assumptions, and try to understand, to clarify, rejuvenate ... because only then you can climb to the top, just so you can come to understand how to use their freedom.
Liberty is, there is inevitable that says "look what I use if I do not waste."
What the fuck anger those who pretend to use it to refrain from doing so.
Now it has become fashionable even choose not to choose.
What the fuck makes me angry.
Ingenious invention of the church (God's sake ...) that promotes the motto: "It is also a choice to not go out and vote" good, so who decides not vote for those who vote but whose vote is not the case because there ' is a quorum.
And I who was born and raised Catholic ...
Good heavens!
Freedom is a problem.
But then, if I think I give up, if I think I give in front of the difficulty of choice ... I will not panic.
I need exercise, too much time is that the use, for good or evil (who can ever know). There is no solution
It 's always so when it takes me the sadness, there is no solution.
When I'm about to give up I need to remember that there is always another way, that all our strength and power, the key to our happiness, is all in the performance of this small faculty.
I can not find a step by Maupassant I loved as a child and the question: "Do you know why we women are often so unhappy?"
attempt the impossible, he replied: why teach us to dream, to search for the best, then when we find that it is just to be content ... we are unhappy.
Maybe so, maybe not, I still do not I have been satisfied, and if it should happen, I think I would try to be happy anyway ...
I'm still too many questions, perhaps. But
explode in me all the time, and if I try to channel these thoughts somewhere, with their risk of exploding.
For now I write them, then who knows, maybe you can simply delete to get rid of.
And I miss Greece.
Everything there was order and beauty, calm and pleasure, as Baudelaire writes.
And everything was at the right time, and talk talk talk talk to Anastasia
When I said that I had heard Americans complain about the slowness of the Greek and their consequent lack of productivity she told me that there are things that I do not travel.
There are human relations, there is a time dedicated to the exchange, dialogue and joint search for an answer to a common question or not ... time priceless objects that do not produce goods or resold, but humans forge.
He said that the quality of life of indigenous peoples of the desert and the Andes, Meso-American is much higher than that of developed societies (the famous first world) because the people of these places still considered critical to the development of each individual group exchange and dialogue with others, and especially with the elders of the community.
I miss Greece, too.
And then, I do not know if you understand ... but I have a desire to make me a chat intense and visceral, the kind that lasts all night long .... I've got a desire to speak ....
Goodness
well, covered a bit 'of order and beauty arghiroupoli:
