When I'm depressed I eat or cry ... or both ...
Cicitto When you are depressed and depressed ... just ... I was
reviewing for the umpteenth time "Forrest Gump" with Tom Hanks and I cried for the umpteenth time ... maybe I am a little 'depressed! ....
... And I was thinking of what each of us is a bit 'Forrest Gump, each of us is like a feather carried by the wind, as Forrest would say: "Life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what will happen ".
many of us have experiences that may seem silly, but who are the key to many.
How many little people that solve the common fate of many.
many are limited to transpose what happens to them ... but they are exceptional beings.
It's not just the exception that proves the rule, but the reality that reinforces the rule.
little can be HEROES!
Hero every day when we face our common life, where we have to fight against adverse traffic or office ... or we deal with the difficulties of living together, living as a couple, a report terms of hours and days together, where ever you have to confront with each other, with the needs of your partner ... with all that is different from you.
Sometimes, I wonder whether it is necessary to have the innocence of a child, like Forrest, a bit 'dazed and distant, a bit' crazy ...?
Maybe so!
Maybe you need to live in the moment as if it were a discovery, like a chocolate unwrapped, with the joy and wonder of a child in front of a surprise ... maybe you have to have that slight delay that does not allow us to rationalize ... and finally ... LIVE running on the road of our life, being able to marvel at every sunrise is born, or for any s'infuoca horizon at sunset, every night that is filled with stars, for every misfortune and every blessing ...
The real miracles happen only to eyes of the children ... but we are already grown up, we are now grown men's eyes ... we no longer surprised to see ... maybe we do not know: we have eyes but do not have più l’anima per guardare, non sappiamo più sognare né credere nei nostri sogni.
Eppure basta così poco!!!
In notti come questa, rimango a guardare i miei sogni sono sicuro che li realizzerò…. Ma egualmente sento un senso di vuoto e d’angoscia che mi attanaglia… sento la nostalgia per ciò che deve ancora accadere… sono un Forrest Gump che corre senza una meta cosciente, con il vago desiderio di arrivare… a casa, forse,…dove mi aspetta l’amore della mia vita.
Stiamo rincorrendo l’Amore e magari l’abbiamo accanto… anch’esso con le scarpe da running, pronto a correre verso di noi.
Straparlo, as usual ...
Perhaps it is better to close and go to sleep. So, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.
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