I looked up to heaven, it was a wonderful afternoon of May.
walk with my friends for a street of the historic center of my city, every step was a childhood memory that surfaced with sweet arrogance, blew a warm breeze, a gentle touch like a caress, and the scent of grass did not want me truce, as if to take in a state of profound thought. And he succeeded.
The conversation was pleasant and alternating with a few laughs, but the beauty of that moment led me to look up to heaven, that moment is etched for ever, feeling after feeling, in my mind. Smiling as often happens to me, I look toward the infinite blue light-hearted of the sky that stretches above us unlimited and see about us, from the bottom of the old buildings, a flock of birds flying in formation Drawing fantastic shapes, sometimes precise sometimes confused.
The minute, one thrill me along the back, while a thought asking a question on which I decide to think about: We are born with the purpose of suffering in nature?
may seem like silly questions if you do not see the birds glide in the endless sky, they can do what we can do: to be always and unconditionally free, fly, eat, sleep and fly again. Free to nature. And instead of us? We touch a lot more very sad beings we are "superior", we have an intelligence far more advanced than theirs, yet it is precisely because of this intelligence that we know we force every day. With the knowledge we have defeated the disease, built houses that disappear into the clouds, developed techniques for anything better and better ... But at what price? After all, they are truly free, we do not. Intelligence has cost us the most precious thing of all: freedom. I conclude that the only free men that I have heard about the prehistoric people of the stone when the human race had not yet reached the level of "sapiens sapiens, was still" herectus ", is based standing, walking, but they had no knowledge. Without that knowledge had a very short life, like that of birds, however, that brief period of history that had the experience of primitive man, is not even remotely comparable to the long life that we spend hours frantically. To be truly happy as I do? be ignorant and live away from "civilized" world? It could be a road, but I know for a fact that never let you know, I know that the thirst for knowledge that I feel is an integral part of human nature, and so we humans are born with the need not to be free, is written in our DNA .. I would not be human, to live the life of a bird soar savoring what it means to truly be "free."
I looked up to heaven, it was a beautiful evening in May.
walk with my friends for a street of the historic center of my city, spoke to each other again when I pointed the nose up for wholesale, get lost in a moment of meditation. I saw a cloud hovering over us and be moved by the wind, as happens to a piece of paper floating in the waves. I felt empty, I realized I need something, to be incomplete. I looked beyond the formless cloud, seeing what there is ever before, but never notice: the sky. The sky is nothing but an optical effect caused by the refraction of sunlight on the atmosphere that surrounds and envelops the earth. This explains why we see the stars at night and by day no. And seeing the harmonious colors range from blue and purple, migrating to a dark fantasy, I doubt arose from the philosophical significance: It can be truly free?
My answer to this question is almost dry and even contradictory: no. The sky itself is the proof. We are prisoners of our planet, but at night the doors to the universe, and be able to live outside of the Earth, we always imprisoned within the universe, as we assume that it is infinite. How can you get away from something that has neither a beginning nor an end? And in my cogitare apply this reasoning macrocosm to microcosm: the living being. Even the most free-living being, even the bird, is subject to the laws that restrict and prevent the complete freedom. The "nature" itself presents us with the laws, but even if they did not exist, it would still be slaves to our choices, as time goes by and there is no going back.
In conclusion, it appears that we live in search of a freedom that we can not find, ever find it .. Why does not exist and can not exist. We can only hope to limit ourselves to the impossible and keep looking.
What is the point in living in a quest that can not be accomplished in this world? I only have two options to find what I'm looking for:
Dreaming, Dying
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Dreams can make me enjoy the true freedom and help to die. Death can give me that freedom making me an exile from my body shape. However I have decided not to die willingly, because I'm not sure that in death find what you want, and so I prefer to enjoy the pleasure of a fictitious search results will never, until the laws of nature that I deem it fit to pass, as it is customary to say, to "better" life.
This is the truth, they are "free" and therefore relatively free. Free, but not quite, then, paradoxically, free and held at the same time.
I am the slave of my freedom .. However, slave .. But still free.
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