As I think almost all are attentive to the calendar especially when approaching the end of one year. I could talk about the budgets that these dates trigger in us, but it is a hackneyed argument and perhaps too personal at this time to expose it in a blog.
And then I look back and forth with the spirit of doing their best. I wonder if this happened in the year it ends. I wonder if I'll be able to pursue this objective in what comes.
Going to order, I would say that with a good dose of understanding for events, things and people, last year was conducted with dignity. Looking back I do not see tears for my actions. Perhaps un'autoassoluzione hidden in some part, I seem to have been a pretty good person. The consequences of my mistakes then I paid without discount, at work as the staff. I learned I could not have pushed me beyond my known limits. Likewise, I was left with the Mago for some things not done, but always in the form of remorse towards myself, sometimes not quite ready to dream that fits ... In short, is an overall "better" I have to accept in any case. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing able to do more remains alive and strong, but is a gentle prod. If one day you believe you have done everything 100%, I hope there will be someone beside me to give me a slap in the face and back to reality.
And turning now to face the sun again in this wonderfully warm morning in Naples, I look at the white pages of the book of the New Year. I have a set of goals in my head. They are there with the lines black ready, and with the usual colors of red yellow and blue. The palette has yet to be slightly adjusted, but in my mind there are such strong strokes. Contours are sometimes already at the limit of the pieces of Fontana. We feel under the fingers with the risk of those annoying skin lesions that start with the thin paper. But they are forced by age and experience to be positive. In fact, I discovered that in one way or another, life always finds a way to put the bricks in place and build an infrastructure. In our city staff, we will hand all the time to complete something. Others will always remain unfinished, as the last works of Michelangelo Buonarroti old, surrendered to the impossibility of really complete everything in his life ...
And in wishing me and everyone else who is a year of construction and completion, I get a new hat and a new whistle to start the trip this year and launch a few minutes in advance that "in a carriage! ! no one can be exempted. We try to do our best to be on time, with stations along the track or short of our lives. Sooner or later you go down. We hope to get even with a smile and a dream ...
And then I look back and forth with the spirit of doing their best. I wonder if this happened in the year it ends. I wonder if I'll be able to pursue this objective in what comes.
Going to order, I would say that with a good dose of understanding for events, things and people, last year was conducted with dignity. Looking back I do not see tears for my actions. Perhaps un'autoassoluzione hidden in some part, I seem to have been a pretty good person. The consequences of my mistakes then I paid without discount, at work as the staff. I learned I could not have pushed me beyond my known limits. Likewise, I was left with the Mago for some things not done, but always in the form of remorse towards myself, sometimes not quite ready to dream that fits ... In short, is an overall "better" I have to accept in any case. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing able to do more remains alive and strong, but is a gentle prod. If one day you believe you have done everything 100%, I hope there will be someone beside me to give me a slap in the face and back to reality.
And turning now to face the sun again in this wonderfully warm morning in Naples, I look at the white pages of the book of the New Year. I have a set of goals in my head. They are there with the lines black ready, and with the usual colors of red yellow and blue. The palette has yet to be slightly adjusted, but in my mind there are such strong strokes. Contours are sometimes already at the limit of the pieces of Fontana. We feel under the fingers with the risk of those annoying skin lesions that start with the thin paper. But they are forced by age and experience to be positive. In fact, I discovered that in one way or another, life always finds a way to put the bricks in place and build an infrastructure. In our city staff, we will hand all the time to complete something. Others will always remain unfinished, as the last works of Michelangelo Buonarroti old, surrendered to the impossibility of really complete everything in his life ...
And in wishing me and everyone else who is a year of construction and completion, I get a new hat and a new whistle to start the trip this year and launch a few minutes in advance that "in a carriage! ! no one can be exempted. We try to do our best to be on time, with stations along the track or short of our lives. Sooner or later you go down. We hope to get even with a smile and a dream ...
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