I can not avoid presenting myself, because these pages represent my individual point of view and have no other purpose or claim if they do not synthesize and, possibly compare to others, As I think I've learned in my many years of life.
At the birth of this site, in data 1/1/2020, I start to enter my 69th year of life. They are therefore on the finishing straight, although no one can know what will be long.
I was always attracted by the themes of spirituality and introspection. After good classical education, I have not followed philosophical and linguistic studies, to which I would probably be naturally inclined, for Occupational convenience reasons, nor scientific studies, despite my interest in chemistry, for a bad relationship (then) with mathematics. I made a choice not, graduating in political science and working in industry.
One of my initial options was a military career in the Navy, to which I was tied for family reasons and for further training. But it was the year 1969 and the world seemed too broad, lively and attractive, so that it could fit in the narrow tracks of an Academy.
I also have always considered art as the highest and noblest of vocations. Art is unique, regardless of the language in which it is expressed. Art is communication. This means the ability to make other human beings resonate in unison.
In this sense, Art is always a collective phenomenon, meaning they are always necessary, at least, two people, they can, even separated in time and space, but united opera, resonate with. E, the instant the spectator resonates along with the author, Also the user becomes artist.
Artist is someone who has the ability to "touch the strings", put in resonance hearts of humans. The artist is a musician, playing a particular instrument, people's hearts.
but yet, with all this, while attracted to narrative, music and painting, I never had the courage to “take flight” and choose a form of art as a profession. I did not think she had the strength and the ability to get out of mediocrity. I always preferred amateurism to professionalism. Fear of beating or fear of insufficient self-discipline? Ma, perhaps, the boundaries between amateurism and professionalism have always been blurred.
I was brought up to value of the highest human qualities that of courage. What I do not consider innate qualities, otherwise the fly that you are laying on him would be the bravest of all animals.
The bravery, similarly to the fear, cowardice, we learn, It is grown, day to day. It is the victory of rationality over instinct, but it can also become a kind of instinct, a conditioned reflex, that puts the mind in an active attitude, instead of passive against the threat. You should correct the statement Manzoni, about Don Abbondio, “if one has the courage not, not if you can give”, in “if one has the courage not cultivated the, he can not improvise”. There are brave soldiers and soldiers cowards: there are soldiers trained soldiers and unprepared.
In my love life I think I was lucky and have, not without vicissitudes, found a life partner priceless and absolutely complementary with me. I had two children and tried, in middle age, what is considered, if it makes sense a hierarchy for the suffering, one of the biggest pain you can experience in life. But life forces to continue business as usual, because death is trivially a fact like everyone else, even if it hits its foundations. During the first few weeks, finding myself alone I felt the need to procure a physical pain that could counterbalance the sense of oppression faced the inevitability of what had and had hit us I. And I can not imagine, because the pain is always lonely, what have suffered from other members of my family. In particular those who have lost a sister and companion of everything and grows with the commitment and responsibility to fill the void she left.
I leave these lines in closure not to be pitied, but why, dovendomi present, I could not really do it if I had omitted.