Thoughts about changing, life, and whatever comes to mind.
It’s been a few days since I last wrote and there’s one thing I realized: Writing very much feel like doing hygiene for my mind.
It’s not because it cleans something, but the whole act of showing up and writing each day is a way to be consistent, to follow my own word and respect my will.
It’s fantastic, and I missed it.
There are honest people in this world, and you can spot them instantly by the way they talk and react to you.
By the way they keep their promises and value your ideas.
Being honest is only another good way to live.
Keep a good smile and put passion in the things you do, and you’re done.
How did you change from the 9/11? I surely did change.
I lived in a different apartments (at that time with my parents) and was much more selfish than now.
I still have a long way to go, but I wasn’t very empathic.
I remember to be surprised of the attack, and sadly I also laughed because I thought that americans always felt a bit too much powerful and now there was someone letting them know to have a lower profile.
I am not proud of this.
Maybe I would think the same today, because partly I recognize that the whole work for the army is often useless, but I wouldn’t laugh at all.
An attack like that is terrible in countless ways and it shouldn’t be argument for a laugh.
My change didn’t relied on this attack, I changed for many reason, and lots of things happened. But I remember that moment clearly, with every detail set in my mind, and every 9/11 I come back to it.
Those of us who live in italy, america, whatever. We are lucky.
Realize this.
Many people in this world don’t have daily food or water.
We are lucky to be able to talk about an iphone, to have a preference of how a good cappuccino should be made.
We are lucky to be able to witness all this.
Come on, give me the chills 