The intense flow of life in its essence, it was revealed today in front of me. The beauty of serenity, of the passing of time unfair on us, how it transforms us ... for better or worse it is. I was never very good at planning my life in the ordinary, especially in the long term. And yet, lying in my bed, looking absently over the world from a window impartial, I realized how really there is nothing wrong in the ordinary. Everyday life with his puffs of coffee, with heavy bags of shopping, soaps and steam, the cold and the distortions of the traffic, the mockery of rooms with little air resistance. All this has for me, an almost artistic pride, just as if I had found myself in front of a beautiful painting ... What surprised me more than I imagined, since never in my life I would consider myself a supporter of the ordinary and taster. Also to run away, always in my burrow holes, made of blankets, pages inked, with great stories and pictures. How far were my worlds, one where the foot hill in the morning, I could never understand it ... I just know that the discomfort resulting from being in two places at once, very soon became resignation and sadness. Chasing dreams, running upset run cut and turned inside out to test my ability to overcome my many limitations. While this morning, sweet, so far as being in the world stupid, dull and feverish where I am. I felt lighter, without guilt, without any pressure from not doing things that never, however, could be made. A tiny light among many others struggling in front of me then, like all the other lights, bright in its own way ... It was good to the taste of that light, a being so insignificant and ephemeral, that seemed almost poetic, almost having to preserve forever. Eternity, a luxury that is now granted only to a select few who have done extraordinary things and really lived. Epochal events, major pain, big egos. Veterans of past glory that he loved more than he loved the people who populated the world. Now is not the case, now the poor is the right currency with which to exchange our little dreams. There is no rarity that means a lot, there's no surprise big enough to make us gape as much as the boredom that surrounds us. Being large or not be, immortality or asphalt sad that we remove from existence, their relativity, the pounds of tobacco consumed by the great minds in heated discussions about these concepts being ... for me this morning it was all useless. Our instinct is calibrated from Millennia to be struck by the difference from what comes out from the crowd ... the hunt, our life has depended on this ability for thousands of years ... And now that the extraordinary, the different, we can not eat it ...
If at this moment, the room where I am, did a dragon raid, I probably would not even scomporrei; so extraordinary, the fantastic, the impossible has become concepts discounted for me, having never experienced any amazing event ... In doing so the comings and goings of machines and housewives with shopping bags full of groceries has become for me a world absurd and inexplicable ... If we now enter a busy granny with a rolling pin to make pasta at home, and I probably will remain stunned first dragon! Even a little 'afraid ...
