The peace that brings tranquility in the soul can be achieved, throughout the years I have lived, I never thought that the person I am today is the same person I was yesterday. Of course, I went through many situations that have led me to reflect on my behavior and from there I was able to draw what I can share today with all those who wish to read my publications.
To my memories come the days I lived as a prisoner of myself, trying to fight against the world without knowing that the world is like a giant dragon that should not be faced head on, because you get burned. It must be faced with cunning, with patience, with tricks and generally from the sides.
With the passing of the years, I discovered that the shortest way is not the one that goes in a straight line but the one that takes us to a happy end to achieve what we have in our mind and that road can be very tortuous at times, full of difficulties, with so many conflicting situations that the mind cannot imagine. When we want to achieve an objective with all our heart, the itch makes us want to go against the circumstances, this is not how things should be done.
It is necessary to stop the pace, to think of alternatives. Rest if it is the case, while meditating on the complex situation to which we are being subjected at the end of the tunnel there is a light that gives us the clarity to find the solutions and follow them.
Very often I had to step out of my straight line and take alternate paths that gave me a respite from my bitter despair. I think I was always very risky, very adventurous and trying to fix the things that too often stood in my way and hindered my goal, I found more and more winding roads.
My temperament was tested, my weakness was fortified, my hope was stunned but I did not stop insisting. How many hard-fought journeys I ventured on. Alone, I never thought that someone could give me a hand and when they did, my mind hesitated. For many times I rejected the possibility that the help was really disinterested, in me was sown distrust through multiple failed experiences.
With time I realized that life is a long road to travel and because of my mistrust, my stubbornness, I could not easily reach my goals. My discipline was strong, my goals were firm, my temperance was what worked against me.
Everything has an end and that is called experience. I learned that people mostly help those in need, I learned that alternate paths also lead to achievements. I learned to have patience, to have conformity to fix what is wrong and start over.
Not all falls are bad. The bad ones are those you don’t want to overcome and you stay defeated, the good falls, even if they break your bones, are the ones that bring the knowledge to move forward and not to decay for lack of hope.
I don’t want to change people's ideas with all this, I have brought my experience and I have been clear about what I lost and what I learned.
Everything bad is not all bad and not everything good is all good. I grew up fighting and now with the experience I have gained I never get tired of trying to have new beginnings. Now I continue to undertake and learn.
I am 60 years old and every time I start something new, I become a child again. Maybe not in my body but in my mind and that is what rejoices me the most... to still have my mind young.
Thank you for reading and for your comments if you would like to make them, they will be most welcome.