You have surely heard the story of the three little pigs.You know by heart the moral general that the author tried to leave us, but, in a personal tune.What did you learn with this fable?
Take advantage of time?Not trusting?To be prudent and foresee?
All that would be fine, although in my case learning has been much more painful.I am the third pig.
I have built my house with patience.I placed block by block with care, chose good steel, firm beams, resistant woods.I designed its spaces with beautiful details and a lot of comfort.
I never worried the onslaught of strong winds or shaking that could crack my house or make it fall.
The foundation, the roof, the walls, all impregnable but I was alone.
The wolves will come with their tricks, those who want to knock you down will attack with everything but will not damage your castle, yet you will be alone and that loneliness will make you so fragile that you will end up opening the doors and leave them open.I was the third little pig until I understood that house is not home, that sewing sometimes does not mean familiarity, that strength is not security or independence is freedom.
Today, I seat at the gates of my house and the wolves pass by, as if they won't see me because they perhaps think: if you have open doors it is because you have nothing valueble to protect.And, they can take away what you have, but what you are, never.
Then I call my brothers because they are my treasures, my relatives, my children, my wife, my friends and invite them to dance together and sing: who is afraid of the wolf?.
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