Categories: Parole

Sharpening the future

I’m planning a new trip in Asia and this time my final destination will be Malaysia but I’ll visit Singapore too. There’s always something in my thoughts that brings me towards East. I get amazing sensations every time I travel alone and a strange form of freedom always follows me in each moment. Maybe in the future another kind of feeling will keep me in my hometown but until then I will try to roam as much as I can. Sometimes I feel the duty to widen the mind’s limits but I never forget my real roots and I don’t dislike them. The coming winter will be another peaceful season in my young life and it doesn’t matter where I’ll stay during next months. Many lights in the cities prove the nearness of the Christmas holidays but personally I don’t care about this period of the year. The desires don’t dwell inside of me even if my age has still much to offer, thus Santa Claus will not receive my letter. The coldness of December gives a sweet nuance to my warm sleeps and every morning my eyes embrace a wintry light that holds a natural beauty. A new year is coming but I don’t expect great changes about my existence in the immediate future and I don’t claim something new for myself because I’m fine with my life. I don’t take note of my thoughts as I used to do in the past, but my writings still show a mix of solemn and grotesque meanings and I find them pretty funny. None can listen the hymns of joy that my inner force plays in its silence but someone could read the notes in my eyes. The strength of will is an amazing tool but I guess none can teach how to use it and maybe everyone has to learn it on his own. I worked hard to master myself and I’ve still something to improve but now I can say that was worth every day of tiredness.

Francesco

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