The frenzy of life anesthetizes you and you don't realize you're burning it on your ideal pyres.

Your eyes are sad despite your tight talkativeness wanting to convince me otherwise.

Your features express the tiredness of a boat that after days of navigation is desperately looking for a port.

You have been systematically postponing the appointment with yourself for too long, you just escape the idea of looking at your existence with different eyes.

And in the meantime, my friend, the years have inexorably passed and what you considered inexhaustible as a young man, today is no longer so and time will not make you discounts.

You have long ago fallen into the trap of clichés, where every action was established.

You are convinced that the basis of general satisfaction is in accordance with the way you feel about life.

You have long understood, my friend, that there is a real discrepancy between the label, your soul and your heart.

Are you afraid to stop, turn your head, open your heart and tune your brain to different frequencies?

Are you afraid of discovering that to feel good you have to be yourself, breaking the common sense of thinking and, at times, taking the necessary risks?

But maybe, my friend, suddenly, when the boat runs aground on some unknown beach and, you are forced to go down to look for food and water, then you will understand that you will never take off again for the usual route, but it will be, perhaps, just as nice to look around and understand that life is made up of infinite roads and that you will finally have the power to make choices feeling a little more happy and a little more serene.

The courage you lack, my friend, stop for a moment to think about your history and your future, because the fear that grips you is to know that life has never waited for you and it won't be yours this time either.

Automatic translation. We apologize for any inaccuracies. Original article in Italian.