Even if I spent the whole life writing a diary and later on also this blog, collecting my stories and the stories of the people I love, well, I don't stop often to look back.
Just sometimes the past appears violently dragged by the present events.
This time I thought to look the other way around and admire the boundless landscape of faces, places and forgotten memories.
All the figures that I have been, the faces I had, the dreams or ideas I was pursuing, but continuing, incredibly, to be, at the same time, till now, always myself.
Did I really lose so much on the street?
For what? Truly for the idea of myself? The idea of that successful person I wanted to be? The need to prove to myself (to prove to the world) to be able to...
Is not that easy to accept it, but, yes, this is it. And from this it goes on, inevitably.
I cannot stop to let myself being stupefied by it all.