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live and exist

Sometimes the hardest thing, is not able to look back to have no regrets, happy to be of his own existence as it is, without wanting to change it at all costs, but only trying to improve ourselves. What matters is feeling good about his soul, his conscience and know that it always acted in the right, or at least trying it. I do not know how I happened to think of it, but I've come to the conclusion that the most important thing is being able to Evere respect for themselves and what it means to have the values, ideals, morals ... to seek, in short, follow the path that seems more fair. Not the easiest ... but most just. Sometimes, people do not realize how their actions can be painful and what may have consequences on the lives of others. Hopefully, over the years, he never hurt anyone, even if there are human beings who deserve to feel on their skin, which inflict on others. Rereading the actions written on this blog, I admit that I have always kept my respect. For a while, 'I quit writing, the book scared me, because I feared, through the pages to see the reflection of myself and my pain. I was afraid to think, to abandon myself to grief. I tried to be strong, but on the other hand, I can also say that I feel different, as if through the difficulties I had grown up. Not all deserve respect, or love, or friendship, and these feelings, if misplaced, can break something inside ourselves. But better to be injured, rather than avoid risk. Thinking back to Oscar Wilde, I would say that live is the rarest thing in the world, because most men simply to survive. But I want to live, really live and experience real emotions, though terrible, shut myself up in cotton wool rather than apathy. So I leave you with some thoughts on hold, a bit 'of melancholy, but decided not to give up, to give their best. And then, I leave a tip even literary

"Ode to life and other elementary odes", by Pablo Neruda ... because remember ever really live.

Lizzy

He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries
, who does not change the brand, who does not
risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.

He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white
, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn
a smile, that make the heart beat before
mistakes and feelings.

He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work
, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to pursue a
dream, who does not allow, at least once in their lives, die
sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, not read, who
not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself. Dies slowly he who destroys
self-love, who does not accept help, who spends
days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.

Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, who does not
ask questions on subjects he does not know who does not answer when asked about something he knows
.

We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing
.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness
.

(P. Neruda)