All my life I was naive.
When my father gave me his vision of human relations, of work, life, I always thought they were words of a man of another generation. A man is not open to modernity and tied to a world that was gone, and therefore refused to redefine concepts become metabolized by tens of years because it would have meant to question his way of seeing things and his own life spent so far.
How could he think a sixteen year old boy who emerged from the mouth of what was his only father, who opened her mouth just to disapprove of, laugh at the expectations and ambitions of a dreamer could one day be recognized as a malriuscito attempt to communicate their experience to the true nature and essence of human?
sometimes secretly watched him as he smoked his unfiltered cigarettes and reading a newspaper, trying to coincide with what he read what he knew of life. He gave me his advice as if I were an adult and I had already had first hand the inconsistencies of life.
But you can not learn the truth from the mouths of others. You first need to burn both hands to be able to say " Damn, damn! He was right .... "But now our hands are burned, and have implemented now warning that the fire burns no longer makes sense.
The best time of life is spent and spent without you aware of her beauty, how you got to chase your "become big" and combat the daily boredom they suffer in that way only young people. In those moments
friends are your world, you spend most time with them and share everything, without calculation, without interest, except those to enjoy their company.
never thought this could one day change. It happens. With increasing age, the concern of something unfinished with you and haunts you give up so much that the last remnants of carefree youth to look for a job, your income, which until then had not felt the need for just those few pounds for the exits and nothing more.
The problem is that apart from you even your friends are coming to your same point, but look a bit ', would compete with you for the same purpose. The low blows, the lies and excuses become unjustifiable daily bread in this race with no holds barred.
So naive to think that a friend would have never pulled a fuck! Yet your father, that strange guy who always smoked too much, you had advised to think about yourself and let go of friends because everyone was pulling the water to his mill. "But when did " you thought you then, not even considering as a hypothetical possibility that one of your friends out of pure interest to pass on to the most beautiful moments of your life, dreams and shared hopes for a temporary work up miserable.
Instead happens and disillusionment that is so strong and bitter curse the prophet of doom if it were her fault for what happened and who, with her saying she had made that the absurd becomes reality.
Then we continue to grow with age and also some memories begin to fade. Some friends disappear replaced by historical knowledge to translate ambiguous as friends. The work begins to have a predominant part in your own time and while you're trying to give meglio di te stesso convinto che la realizzazione personale passi attraverso il lavoro. Il tuo capo agevola questa convinzione in modo da avere da te il massimo pur pagandoti il minimo e i tuoi colleghi ne approfittano per far fare a te pezzi dei loro compiti. Ma tu, memore dei bei tempi e delle vecchie amicizie, credi nel lavoro di squadra e nella comunanza di intenti. Pensi “ siamo nella stessa barca ” e dobbiamo remare tutti nella stessa direzione. Peccato tu sia il primo della fila dei vogatori e non ti accorgi che mentre produci il massimo sforzo gli altri alle tue spalle danno un colpo si e l’altro no.
Quando tardivamente ne prendi coscienza e fiducioso nella giustizia che non c’รจ provi to inform your boss, he minimizes, tries to convince you that it's all a misunderstanding because after all if the boat went on to say that the mechanism works and you just misunderstood what happened.
the face of injustice is always evidence that an initial shock turns into stunned amazement when you go 'further and in a next step you will be asked also compromise with your conscience, actions that are in the balance between the legitimate el'illecito but are certainly highly immoral and violate your conscience.
And you're screwed. The time is gone that far and you've got too many commitments with family, with banks, with a social position that will not let you say "fuck you " and walk away, slamming the door.
As the last of the idiot you are now hostage of the system and the courage of your early twenties is gone.
Yet with the last bit of optimism try not to lose faith in people, to think that when you do not misbehave on purpose and that basically we are all equal, all with the same weaknesses and the same needs. So try to let you know, appreciate, you offer yourself to the rescue of all the wandering souls in the grip of panic and anxiety-hungry human understanding when the disease until it poisons you too can not find anyone willing to give you even more miserable five minutes of your time and realize too late, but finally, that the gentleman from his face wrinkled and darkened by the sun that seemed to have any kind of affection for you in his own way you had predicted the future.
Gri Hello, 'you do?
Nothing. I'm 'reading a book ... ..
How's it called?
The naive.
Is it good?
I do not know ', I just started ....
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