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Let Yourself Free…

Chi le dice che io non lavoro? La verità è che ho finalmente risolto il problema principale degli uomini: l’impiego del tempo. E ho salvato lei, Sigrid, da un falso problema: faceva di tutto per tenersi occupata, shopping, musei. In realtà, ascolti quanto le dico: il tempo non deve essere impiegato. Non bisogna tenersi occupati, bisogna lasciarsi liberi.

Amélie Nothomb - Causa di forza maggiore
Titolo originale: Le fait du prince

Take the advice… for this time

Enjoy the power and the beauty of your youth. Don’t think about it.
You will understand the power of beauty and youth only once they’re withered.
But believe me, in 20 years you will look at those old pictures of you,
and in such way you can’t imagine now.
How many chances you had in front of you, and how great you looked!
You weren’t at all fat as you were thinking.

Don’t worry about the future.
Or do worry, but knowing that worrying will help you as much as
chewing a chewing-gum to solve an algebraic equation.
The real problems of your life will surely be things that have never even crossed your mind.
Things that get you by surprise at 4 on a lazy Tuesday afternoon.

Do one thing every time you’re scared… sing.
Don’t be cruel with other people’s heart.
Don’t tolerate people that are cruel with yours.
Brush your teeth. Don’t waste time with envy.
Sometimes you are in the lead. Sometimes you are behind.
The race is long, and, in the end, it’s just against yourself.

Remember the compliments you get, forget the insults.
If you really manage that, tell me how you do it.

Keep all the old love letters, throw away the old bank statements.
Relax.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you wanna do in life.
The most interesting people I know, at 22 didn’t know what to do
with their life.
The most interesting forty-year-olds I know, still don’t.

Take a lot of calcium.
Be nice with your knees, you’ll miss them when they’ll be gone.

Maybe you’ll get married. Maybe not.
Maybe you’ll have children. Maybe not.
Maybe you’ll get divorced at 40.
Maybe you’ll dance with her at your 65th wedding’s anniversary.
Either way, don’t congratulate yourself too much,
but don’t reproach yourself either.
Your choices are bets. As those of anybody else.

Enjoy your body. Use it in every way you can.
Without fear and without fearing what people think.
It’s the best tool you’ll ever have.

Dance. Even though the only place you can dance is your living room.
Read the instructions, even if then you won’t follow them.
Don’t read beauty magazines. They’ll only make you feel ugly.

Try to get to know your parents. You don’t know when they’ll be gone forever.
Be nice with your siblings. They’re the best bond with the past and those
that most likely will take care of you in the future.
Be aware that friends come and go. But some, the most precious ones,
will remain.

Work hard to bridge the distances of geography and life styles,
because the more you’re getting older, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York for a while, but leave it before it hardens you.
Live also in California for a while, but leave it before it softens you.
Don’t make a mess of your hair, otherwise when you’re 40 they’ll look like an 85 years old’s.

Be cautious in taking advices, but be patient with who’s giving them.
Advices are a form of nostalgy.
Giving them is a way of fishing the past out of the oblivion, cleaning it up,
covering the worst parts with paint and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But take the advice… for this time.


Happy  birthday my friend : )
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Da Oriana ad Oriana

Leggere. E inaspettatamente trovare, raccontato in una manciata di parole che pare essere buttata lì per caso, quel particolare stato d’animo, quel vago sentore che non riuscivi bene ad afferrare, a descrivere a te stessa fino in fondo. Eccolo lì, messo nero su bianco, abbagliante nella sua dolorosa limpidità.

Niente ferisce, avvelena, ammala, quanto la delusione. Perché la delusione è un dolore che deriva sempre da una speranza svanita, una sconfitta che nasce sempre da una fiducia tradita cioè dal voltafaccia di qualcuno o qualcosa in cui credevamo. E a subirla ti senti ingannato, beffato, umiliato. La vittima d’una ingiustizia che non t’aspettavi, d’un fallimento che non meritavi. Ti senti anche offeso, ridicolo, sicché a volte cerchi la vendetta. Scelta che può dare un po’ di sollievo, ammettiamolo, ma che di rado s’accompagna alla gioia e che spesso costa più del perdono.

Oriana Fallaci - Un cappello pieno di ciliege

Few words for a big truth…

Happiness is a how, not a what. A talent, not an object.
Herman Hesse